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TheLonelySkeptic
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A dual Haiku. One of many I wrote on the bus riding from Florida to California. Lots of time to think:
It is late, madame:
And you must forgive my coarse,
Lying, hostile lips.
And that my breath, once
Chill, drawn from forecast, is now
hot with impatience.
It is late, madame:
And you must forgive my coarse,
Lying, hostile lips.
And that my breath, once
Chill, drawn from forecast, is now
hot with impatience.