The Daily Haiku

A world of five - seven - five. At one time daily, now kind of sporadic.

November 3, 2005

I wish I could sit;
Shrouded in a pale white fog
at the river's edge.

Then, in my mind's eye
I imagine the lowlands
and bogs of Scotland.

2 Comments:

Blogger Los said...

Win the lottery
Then you could take a bagpipe
And go blow yourself.

8:39 AM, November 03, 2005  
Blogger Ink and Stone said...

F U Karl.

Big meanie.

10:10 AM, November 03, 2005  

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