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Coffee cup in hand,
ready for anything, and
always laughing: Star.
Like a dull Queen's man,
painting the white roses red.
Fool. Off with your head.
A feature request:
haiku organization
into named sets, please.
If the universe
has a bright center, then we're
the furthest from it.
Under the table
my hand gripped the gun. I said,
"Yes, I bet you have."