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Poetry
(This morning, 27 March 2008, I wrote in my journal what I saw through the front window. I looked at it and thought of how I'd never written a haiku before. Feel free to help me get it right, wiki-wise.)
SPRING HAIKU Snow on the cold wind through bright waves of rising sun. Skittering glass flakes.
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