Friday, March 11, 2011

North to the Frontier: Haiku

A desert dawning.
Winter winds blow glad tidings.
Old tyrants tumblin.
Posted by Mauri Yambo at 10:33:00 AM
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2 comments:

  1. The medicine is sick the food is poisn the mother is a child the truth is false the road is lost the pen is dry the sanity is mad the pure is dirt n the saviours r dead

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  2. The medicine is sick the food is poisn the mother is a child the truth is false the road is lost the pen is dry the sanity is mad the pure is dirt n the saviours r dead

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