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a death worth living
people sleep
in beds
in graves
laid down by death's sweet glave
and when the songbird spreads its wings
some will wake when morning sings
but others still will slumber on
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cookie season is open
a gust of cold wind
leaves burnished by the new fall
time to bake cookies
Loves
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Sunset
Walking through the college greens
On a warm night
Some random song stuck in my headPlaying on repeat once again
Smelling the new flowers bloomingIn the garden near my favorite picnic table
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Haiku of the yak
Pride of bovine kind
Wanderer of the mountains
None could best a yak
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Falling
I’ve always loved
The feeling of falling
But being dragged down
Is different
Feeling unbalanced
Lost
Losing control
As life speeds by
Feeling helpless