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I had a pony as a child. My father sent him to the glue factory.
Oh nameless pony
I only rode you one time
Dad turned you to glue
By Pookzilla on 2004-09-03Haiku explaining Haiku
Haiku has no rule
But five, seven and then five
Chimps can manage it
By Pookzilla on 2004-09-03(untitled)
I can dream, right?
Oh red haired beauty
Descend and deliver me
I ache for your light
By Pookzilla on 2004-09-03Sunset
A todlers shadow
Guiding me to the shore line
Nowhere left to go
By Pookzilla on 2004-09-03Lies
Playing make-believe
Enshrouded digitally
Blissful ignorance
By Pookzilla on 2004-09-05