the early morning awakening of more rain beating on the roof didnt help....my first answer to writers block ?
pretty much sums it up for me..... haiku for fool's day:
-vanity-
in early light look
deep into the cruel mirror.
where's that spring chicken?
-reality-
this tough old bird will
make strong tasty soup,
full of gristle and joy.
vty, J_lea
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