Yard mowed? Not today. Will be up to my knees soon. Rain, rain everyday.
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The bubble machine: a haiku
Tall seagrass
Hear the wind? My tassels blow to and fro. Hear the tones? Cold enough to chill the bones. A gust here. A gust there. Be still? Do I dare? You run and hide. But I must stay outside. Cold wind, all night will blow bringing with it a chance of snow.