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A Summer Week’s Haiku

in the summer, wish
satisfy like the fly dies
our will-o’-the-wisp

then had i realised;
it has no bloody meaning
forty-five degrees

no huge like the sun
a small hand glass will do well
over masters’ butts

when summer comes, can
mosquitoes be far behind?
And one’s on the ball!

the first thing he do each
morning, is the sun prayer
like he will own it

on sundays life shows
how it sucks all the week long
it’s for living’s sake

no summer no winter
filth and blood will know never
we have gone through this

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