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Haiku Poem's
"We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words. ..."
- Kahlil Gibran -
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Leaf
Freely from the tree
graceful on a floating gentle breeze
Death is upon me
Mud
Squishy between toes
brown water sandy beaches
natures gift to us
Time
Tick tock of the clock
winding clogs turning non stop
time is our master
Syllables
five syllable line
Haiku does not have to rhythm
ink to paper done
Weed
burning down paper
natures gift a plenty grown
now a love of weed
Cannabis
Cannabis takes time
leafy green varieties high
don't rush just enjoy
Bong
Glass stained black by smoke
pugnant herb burns sweet smell lures
Nirvana now bound
Cracked
High he was thinking
smoked to much this here weekend
What a joke weakling
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