Haiku 31+17=48 in These titles mean nothing.

Did I miss a day?
Where did 47 go?
Does anyone care?

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Well I’m confused. Short lines do not equal poetry. Unless we think they do. Someone offered to write me a sonnet. In either black or blank verse. Iambic pedometer, I believe it was. I’m scared to look. Please peek at it for me please. Does it really represent me? Have I been captured? Oh dear.

Next week we go back to ten hour days. That should give me an extra hour to devote to haikus. I should average about forty five a day since it takes about 90 seconds to write one. Topic suggestions are welcome.

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Forsooth, we have hiked and now we will coo.

Last updated February 17, 2016