12 August 2000

One from the vaults, deposited here so it gets out of *my* head:

Old frog.

I jump on.

Squish sound.

And that, dear hearts, is why undergraduate poetry classes are dangerous. A shiny gold star to the person who can identify the haiku we were studying that day.

12 August 2000

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