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Feb 8, 2011
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winter haikus
in the empty space
immortal beneath the soot
parking lot snow pile

jello from a mold
wet sand from an upturned pail
laughable hat hair

man: (muffled scream) agh!
if i hear that phrase
"mass of arctic air" once more
i think i will scream

kid #1: whine whine whine whine whine
adults are like, so wimpy
kid #2: snow days suit me fine.
Feb 15, 2011
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