4 haikus
i burn like the sunsmoldering ashes of red
crimson; douse me, please
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a small boy stares out
from inside my eyes watching
the world around me
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i wish the wind would
take me elsewhere; soaring high
above this strange place
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my radiator
blew up and spurt thick, grey smoke
while i smiled and ate
Poetry by David W Durney
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Written on 2007-11-16 at 20:35
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