You ask, I answer.
Opinions fly. No right, wrong.
It’s all subjective.
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a haiku a day
keeps obtuseness away
You ask, I answer.
Opinions fly. No right, wrong.
It’s all subjective.
Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.
Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
