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Jun 2013
Twelve twelve Friday morn.
Soon bay breathe, hallelujah .
Nookery rebirthed..
Woke up on couch.
Haiku in my mouth. Uh oh.
Now to bed I go.


Thinking...Haiku escapes. Soon, I escape.
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
(M/nyc)   
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