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Haiku 115

A lone cricket sobs as his peers play loud music: His cripple wings…mute.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 7/8/2018 7:47:00 PM
Millard.. Tonight, the mountain sky is clear. In a few hours the stars will tease me with their winks. The twilight is for your poem, and it's as enjoyable as the coming sunset!
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Millard Lowe
Date: 7/9/2018 9:46:00 AM
Lyric Man. Your reads and feedbacks are always much appreciated. Have learned a lot from you about imagery. Yes! Thanks. Peace and Love, Millard Lowe.

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