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 Apr 2014 nushki
Matsuo Bashō
First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
    the end of autumn.
 Apr 2014 nushki
Matsuo Bashō
Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
    cracking in the cold.
Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
that I was
alone.
A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?
I don't care how God-**** smart
these guys are:     I'm bored.

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