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why fight
for the last word ?
summer heat
My neighbours are at it again,
and all the windows are open ...
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. . . Read my Haiku Archives 2010
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7/26/2010
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2 comments:
Such a lovely humour in your haiku.
Reminds me of Issa's work.
SB
Love this one.... it's an excellent example of show, don't tell! I can feel the heaviness of the heat, the ennui.
D.
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