39.
Yet again I dreamt of
Danny Bonaduce. Why?
That dream makes two now.
AND
Corn Nuts are freakin'
gross. It smells like rotting corpses
in the office now.
I know a haiku is supposed to be all beautiful and poignant and all like:
Delicate mists sway
above the water, as a
chartreuse bird flies by.
But this is a new Haiku, right?
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