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Thursday, August 12, 2010
Haiku
I thought I smelled death/
- It was the smell of crayons -/
But it was just art.
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Hethre
Aug 12, 2010 02:59 AM
Another version:
It was only art
But when I smelled the crayons,
I thought it was death.
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Another version:
ReplyDeleteIt was only art
But when I smelled the crayons,
I thought it was death.