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summer heat ...
my cat hides under
the silk carpet
Haiku kun sneaked into my cooled room and peeks out from under the fringes of the carpet ... fully knowing he is not supposed to be there ...
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. . . Read my Haiku Archives 2008
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7/06/2008
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They always know, don't they?
B.
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