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the haiku project began as something vague, an elaborate excuse to take a few minutes out of every day to contemplate a single stanza. and it never had ambitions beyond that. |
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orange sherbet sky lined with thin black stripes of geese waving goodbye |
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pickle bucket drums joyous soundtrack to the scene sour shoppers pass |
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dusk, backyard is filled cars, trains, dogs barking, wind chimes symphony of life |
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three generations watch him try ill-fitting shirts only grandma smiles |
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