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Dangling – Treacherous
Waiting for the squirrel’s feast
Nature’s hand-grenades
The perfect poem for fall. . .
Thanks. I keep hearing Acorns dropping just outside my bedroom. The Haiku wrote itself because of it.
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The perfect poem for fall. . .
Thanks. I keep hearing Acorns dropping just outside my bedroom. The Haiku wrote itself because of it.