My Haiku that Beat Strout with Flying Colors. haha just kidding Strout did really well too and it was only 12 to 11. (But 12 was the best you could get : ) ):
Clock speaks that number,
One: Fourty three. I wish Love
Danced on Guitar Strings.
I did manipulate this out of a longer poem I had written which I may or may not blog later. Who knows. And while I was in geometry more haikus sprouted into my mind. Although, like per.8 knows I am bad with syllables so maybe their not haikus at all but here goes:
Flutter Bys and Bight
ing Lugs captured in cans con-
taining innocense.
Nieces handicap
grasps all love and commitment.
She becomes my star.
and yes, I am finally 18. Woohoo.
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