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gaia
putrescent waves
crash upon the blackened shore
eroding forgotten
sand-castle walls:
her children are all gone
(c)Christopher J. Hebert published in "Nepenthe" Spring '95, vol.XVI
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Odes to Spam - Haiku
Cold, pink gelatinous mass
The potted meat for which I crave
Warns of impending earthquake.
And...
Pink tender morsel,
Glistening with salty gel.
What the hell is it?
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Sadness
They see me,
And they see,
Not the real person,
Deep inside of me.
They see,
Someone that's happy
and content.
And someone who enjoys how they live.
But what they don't see
Is what's inside of me.
They don't see,
Me being hurt.
by their casually said words,
and don't see me,
Become angry at the little things.
They don't see,
The true me.
That is lonely,
And unhappy.
(c)Sunflower Enterprises 1995
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