Three From Me and Short They'll Be.
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Wee crystal sculptures,
tumble to my black fleece coat,
where majesty melts.
May Dreams Not Yet Realized
Oh, How I long for bare limbs,
to wrap themselves all around me,
budding beauty and sweet scents,
succulent flesh unfolding and enveloping me,
with a sense of euphoria,
a gentle warm,
where dry meets wet,
and things grow into
a poet's most passionate ponderings,
it's been many long months,
I need to immerse myself,
in the awe inspiring, resplendent
majesty of Spring.
Peath At Lath.
I dropt out of Haiku clath
cuth I had a speeth impediment,
I flunked fifth twithe
and left at seventh.
People think I'm Kuckoo.
They thay "Haiku-ku!"
and I alwathes polithely reply
I make a living raithing doves,
they have a really Haiku,
that keeps my nieghbors awake.
I got 7 thilly bills lath month
from the landlord for having peths
and five Thilly bills today,
so I guess I'll have a barbe-que thoon,
and make dove...not war.
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