Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Haiku Friday
A hot summer day so humid, sweaty, hellish cooling my ardor
2 comments:
Yeah, it can do that...
In this muggy heat, it does!
LOL!
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