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Woe is me, I cannot write,
My instrument lies broken.
To all who left their lovely words,
I pledge my heart as token.
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Senryu form: 5-7-5
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Japanese Dodoitsu form: 7-7-7-5
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When life gives lemons....
Forget lemonade and get
A cup of coffee!
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When I was a child,
I used to think,
That the walls of my room
Were made of cement,
That I could never get out.
When I became an adult,
I saw an..
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True encounter...
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Whimsy...
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Off again,
Down the fragrant brown dirt path,
Lined with tall trees that clean the air
And exhale their breath of life
As a gift to all around.
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Some days
The clouds win,
As we weather
Deluge after deluge.
Life is like that.
Some days
It makes us stop,
Makes us listen,
To music
Of anot..
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Fern-sprigged comforter
Immerses and caresses sun blushed skin,
While white lace curtains billow
In soft obeisance to an August breeze.
Sunbeams f..
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