From Peter, at the Virtual World, I found out about the haiku blog post. Go over and check his out.
Leaving Work at 7:15 am, I Pass the Hotel Playground
Eight men stand there, proud.
They point to their bucks: hanging
from the swingset; dead.
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Hi RJ:
I like this.
"Tales from the heartland."
Hey RJ,
I'm no poet, but here goes:
This job is a bore.
Some of the people aren't.
Most of them are, though.
Part Deux
Most of them are bores
And one of them is a sow.
We have both kinds here.
You know what I'm talking about RJ. Sorry couldn't resist. Bad haiku.
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