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summer morning -
another weed blossoming
by the roadside
summer lunch -
a beetle dives
into the curry pot
summer eve -
a badger nodds
its "good night"
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The badgers always trodd along when we have dinner outside. They stop, watch us for a while and then start nodding their heads before they move on ...
Read my Haiku Archives 2007
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6/05/2007
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