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rhymesalot

Outpourings from the poor old porous mind

Day: August 18, 2020

Morning Triku XII

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To Win

Debates are won by

not scholarly knowledge but

better debaters

*

To Sit

My favorite seat

Has no wings or down cushion

It’s with me always

*

To Die

Bad day, awful night

Headache, horrible life

Alternative’s worse

*

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Posted on August 18, 2020August 18, 2020 by Rhymesalot Posted in haiku, poetry Tagged age, death, haiku, humor, little things, morning Leave a comment
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