Monday, August 11, 2008

throuch the sparred pailin
her whurly claes-drier -
breeks gae racin by




through the slatted fence
her rotary-drier -
trousers go racing past
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5 comments:

  1. Masago5:03 PM

    very amusing!

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  2. scatterhaiku12:00 PM

    indeed, the drier
    the fence, the trousers racing
    brilliant imagery

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  3. polona1:01 PM

    ha! :)

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  4. Tikkis11:43 AM

    Those joyous trousers!

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  5. Bill10:43 AM

    Like the pre-history of the movies.

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