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Stealing Christmas cards
from neighbors 'cuz I have none.
Happy Holidays.
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Actors know crying
on cue ain't hard in this world.
Children's hospital.
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Reflections in glass
suggest wicked, shadow worlds.
But it's just physics.
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Peeping in windows
is expected of neighbors.
Ain't city life grand?
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One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, thirteen.
No tens in Haiku.
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Click to enlage. Actual image is 9"x6"
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Boys with bats prowl
the park, vengeance in their eyes.
Softball game today.
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Trying to fill up
small, white space in birthday card.
Nothing to say, Mom.
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Fucking and sucking
are highly overrated.
Still nothing better.
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Looting was my first
impulse after Kobe quake.
Is Hell a real place?
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"Never say never"
is a fine phrase to live by.
Sometimes say maybe.
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Our bodies produce
milk, tears and more wondrous stuff.
Japan-shaped boogers.
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New York's characters
wonderfully warp each day.
Surfboards on subway.
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Uxorious men
lead lives of wild splendor.
Will I ever wed?
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Everyone is the
product of an orgasm.
Smiles all around.
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Never had trouble
understanding villain's urge.
Destroy Planet Earth.
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One's body, when bored,
supplies endless amusements.
Navel-pit playground.
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What if flabby folks
suddenly had all the fun?
Twinkies' image tweaked.
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The mass of men
lead lives of loud indifference.
Setting sayings straight.
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Single girls surround
the bar, flushed, drunk and feisty.
Not in Mecca, bub.
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(Ode to Greenwich Village)
Give out directions
three times on trip to deli.
Go home, non-Yankee.
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Punk bands can ruin
their rebel reps quick, easy.
Drinking Heineken.
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Smells of home-cooking
and harsh sounds of lonlieness.
Quick click of door-lock.
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Famous Haiku stars
earn only brown rice in bowls.
Learn to play guitar.
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Earlier peoples
dealt with streets strewn with dung.
Cell phones are our curse.
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Women often fall
for the tricks of wily men.
Walk three-legged dog.
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Trying to be nice
just isn't in my nature.
Don't give peace a chance.
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Equilibrium
can be shattered so quickly.
Forgotten Haiku.
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Restless like a cat
trapped in its animal mind.
"Is this all there is?"
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