terrshee's Diaryland Diary

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Spring Haiku

Red berries, green spears,
Red oranges upon the shelf.
The senses reborn.

Pink buds look upward
Tourists gape uncomprehending
Nature sees no fools.

No, they won't make much sense to anyone except myself.

6:55 a.m. - 2006-03-17
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past tense - always tense - future tense