My charger is broken,
My battery’s low,
So here is a poem.
Now I’ve got to go.
(One stanza’s too little,
So I wrote this postscript,
Risking my battery
So you don’t feel gypped).
My charger is broken,
My battery’s low,
So here is a poem.
Now I’ve got to go.
(One stanza’s too little,
So I wrote this postscript,
Risking my battery
So you don’t feel gypped).
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I sigh at silent letters,
‘Cause they seem unnecessary,
Though I imagine it’s even more rough
If your name is Ptolemy.
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Today’s my birthday.
I don’t feel like writing much.
Thus, this haiku post.
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Today’s Father’s day.
I am spending time with Dad.
Thus the short posting.
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