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Intriguing haiku. Makes a great ad to creatively garner attention 😎
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Spring sky here and gone. Harvest season happened quick. Some berries got sick.
By Brian Furphy3 years ago in Poets
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Intriguing haiku. Makes a great ad to creatively garner attention 😎