Smells of the season:
Pine tree, candles, cinnamon.
Sorry. I broke wind.
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Collected haiku about the mundane objects and incidents of our lives. To be vanity-published in early January 2009.
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- Swivel in my chair
- Oh my computer
- # Infinite loop here
- Sitting in math class
- Chinny whisker grows
- Dog bones are good
- Once upon a time
- Butt
- Red sauce
- Socks
- Internet logins
- Squirrel jumps, limb to limb
- Holiday wrappings
- New Year's Eve party
- Chew
- Two a.m.
- Worst smell
- Can't breathe
- Liberian spam scam
- Egg nog, peppermint
- Talking in loud voice
- Blithely on your cell
- Dow Index goes down
- Smart, chic, gray wool slacks
- Left peanuts on porch
- People Not Shopping
- Muggy Texas Day
- Sheep Dip
- Gridlock
- Workin' It
- Question
- Spam. A lot.
- Smells
- Cake!
- Missed exit
- Why?
- Poetry of the Mundane
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- Bruce Rhodewalt
- La Quinta, California, United States
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