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"not you, behind you."
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In two thousand eight, seven (or so) people got together for the sake of getting together. And doing something. They decided to write a haiku a day (or as close as possible) to one another, to the world, to whomever. Enjoy.
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- The aroma offirst editions inspireideas for us.
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- Rest and sleep awayyour demons that frighten you.D...
- Mom's Birthday
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- I was here last night to watch the parking lot lig...
- He only speaks whenspoken to, two plus two takesup...
- Nobody knows.
- Happy Holiday, yo!
- Fear of life
- Slow down/sectarian violence
- Things changing and the nature of dispair.
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- Delusion much?
- As it happened, wewere terrified by it all.Now it'...
- self-fulfilling, butit was already comingtrue befo...
- though others may thinkit the american dreamis not...
- You're lucky becausethe devil hates a loser,and yo...
- don't know about you, but i liked myself betterwhe...
- Sleeping makes days goaway. Can it do the samefor ...
- measure the distancebetween trying to make itwork ...
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- Things we have in common
- This life lacks answers.The way out is oppositethe...
- admit it! admitit!! admit it!!! admit it!!!!admit ...
- Some people tell methat way, but I prefer whatthe ...
- hurricane ike
- believe in me as,in my mind, i gathermy baggage, c...
- what kind of partyis this? no booze and onlyone ho...
- things'll get better,but only so the goodbye comes...
- The last time was tooshort, I left when I should h...
- you shouldn't haikuwhen you really have to poo.con...
- the tree falls to earth.wiping his axe and his bro...
- somehow i think ourlives are all better, and worse...
- Staring contests withbabies and pen protection.Sto...
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