sun plays peek-a-boo
the air is hot like your tongue
splayed shadow on grass
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Sunday, August 26, 2007
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Like a worm through the apple of truth.
sun plays peek-a-boo
the air is hot like your tongue
splayed shadow on grass
THE REST OF IT GOES HERE
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Labels: haiku, mc guimond
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