This is for a club that I am the founder of. It is pretty swell.
You might hate to learn this ink does no hula dance when I flex my arm.
A Friday appears. My energy has been drained. I'll let it catch me.
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Erased from chalkboard. Incomplete but visible. Fragments of lessons.
Fifty-five envelopes bought one month ago. Fifty-four still remain.
Pennies on the street, passed by every single day. Four less bucks each year.
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A lovely woman completely in love with me. That's when I wake up.
Dust forms on your toys. Dust of angels is in you. You're dust in the wind.
Author notes
These are haiku. I flattened them because I was sick of reading them with huge pauses at the end of each line. The first three are for an event my absurdity club held. The second three were for my Intro to Poetry class. The last two are ones I came up with while working on the Intro assignment, but which I didn't think fit the class setting.
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