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Monday, February 21, 2005

Bad haiku of the day

Money

Count it, bank it, spend;
Money has no meaning of
Itself; cold green stuff.

Snow

White from the blackness;
Wind-whipped froth blowing by me
Transforming the world.

Mall
Nowhere feels like home
Like this brightly lit, bustling
Place of high commerce.

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