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Sara strolls beneath the weeping cherry blossoms, puckering her lips, I don't know why. Is she whistling a springtime tune... or practicing her robin calls... or blowing me a kiss?
Today's Haiku
Buds fall down like snow
Blossoms weep upon her head
Blowing me a kiss
Sweet notes fill the air
Practicing her robin calls
One bird listens shy
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I have really great teeth!!!! And hair?
Posted by: Sara | April 14, 2008 at 07:27 PM
If only you could wash it yourself.
Posted by: Frank | April 14, 2008 at 07:32 PM