March 21, 2006
Dry rustling leaves,
Stirred up by a gentle breeze,
Blowing through the trees.
Stirred up by a gentle breeze,
Blowing through the trees.
A world of five - seven - five. At one time daily, now kind of sporadic.
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If you ever sneeze
Cover your face, if you please.
Don't sneeze on me, sleeze.
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