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Spring Haiku
A breath of the wild
An end of the beginning
And her sunlight soul -
What Poets think about at midnight when they can’t find their AirPods
AirPods oh AirPods now where could you be?
On the table or stuck in a tree?
AirPods oh AirPods where art thou now?
When will you come around?
AirPods oh AirPods just show a whiff,
