It Took Me No Time

A haiku by J.C. Embree

By J.C. TraversePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

It took me no time

To see icecaps, yet so long

To scuff underneath

nature poetry

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J.C. Traverse

Nah, I'm good.

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It Took Me No Time

A haiku by J.C. Embree

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J.C. Traverse

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