April 07, 2006


Writing is too hard.
I’ve given up hope for now.
Haikus are funny.

A haiku a day
Write I will. A writer
Maybe I become.

One syllable here.
Another syllable there.
I’ve got no rhythm.

The first fresh coffee!
Oh how I long each morning.
To wake up to thee.

Too much thought
Is given to trivial pursuits.
Time’s a wastin’.

Run. Run. Run away.
For your life’s passin’ by.
You better be fast.

Enough ramblings. I
Will be back later. You, how
could I ever leave?

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