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May 2010
A year perhaps no more
when the stories of my mind
came pouring skipping forth
lexical, poetical with rind
haiku like, lucid and sore

Episodes of haibun
comic stripped whole
a playwright and haikuist
with a mountain biker's soul
loving that **** violinist

I can't rhyme, so
how did this all happen?
copyrightΒ©DJThomas@inbox.com 2010
Written by
DJ Thomas
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