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A Triad of Haiku IIII
Neck-craning grey goose,
Alerted head half-turned;
An eye fixes me.
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Madly racing Swifts,
Screaming loudly cloud to cloud,
Scythe through the hot air.
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Autumn, why approve
The harvesting for your yet
Unfinished produce?
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John Fleming
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