Posts
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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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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