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Kailey's Random Haiku Collection


I collect playbills

and rarely view them again.

Materialism?

 

Snow lands on my glove

yet I feel the sensation

on my fingers. Why?

 

Good behavior is

up to interpretation

so why are there rules?

 

Does anyone else

have a fear of needles and

the slicing of skin?

 

Interpretation

can be good, can be bad

but cannot be wrong.

 

True love may be real

or just psychological.

Who cares, I want it.

 

Birds on power lines;

some electrocute and die.

Am I one of those?

 

Are dreams meaningful?

Do they predict the future?

Are we all psychic?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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