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1 the old man watches his wife fill cups of coffee; he finds the sugar. 2 raining and raining -- summer's reward: the rainbow. what is for breakfast? 3 with winter in bloom, warmth and flowers are alive, and graves are still green. 4 the royal palace -- a sign of displaced culture. oh, the majesty. 5 As sun and sea meet, faces brighten in the dark as alcohol flows. 6 birds of paradise hiding the boy's pet rabbit. such a mellow child. 7 i find the bracelets, but they are for another, as aged hands cut fruit. 8 golden fireworks; a true midsummer night's dream made for young lovers. 9 holding hands, watching purple twilight and green sea; a brilliant union. 10 so close to japan, but this place is not made for the cherry blossoms. 11 enjoying french toast as i think of the friendly australian woman. 12 i'm an old young man, both naïve and hardened like fried green tomatoes. 13 the haiku devolved within the english language -- more words, less meaning. 14 the one thing i've learned: hope to be kissed by the sun, hope not to get burned.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
surfboards and discos: ten days in hawai'i, four in san francisco
1 the old man watches his wife fill cups of coffee; he finds the sugar. 2 raining and raining -- summer's reward: the rainbow. what is for breakfast? 3 with winter in bloom, warmth and flowers are alive, and graves are still green. 4 the royal palace -- a sign of displaced culture. oh, the majesty. 5 As sun and sea meet, faces brighten in the dark as alcohol flows. 6 birds of paradise hiding the boy's pet rabbit. such a mellow child. 7 i find the bracelets, but they are for another, as aged hands cut fruit. 8 golden fireworks; a true midsummer night's dream made for young lovers. 9 holding hands, watching purple twilight and green sea; a brilliant union. 10 so close to japan, but this place is not made for the cherry blossoms. 11 enjoying french toast as i think of the friendly australian woman. 12 i'm an old young man, both naïve and hardened like fried green tomatoes. 13 the haiku devolved within the english language -- more words, less meaning. 14 the one thing i've learned: hope to be kissed by the sun, hope not to get burned.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
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