Haiku III
The Virginia poems
Feared spring squeals but snow wastes snow
Cupid's prospects work
The minaret falls
Mr. Hole's stones fairly wake
Bottles hate short dogs
Pelicans wake to
Theories of the living dead
broken, born to lose
Pianos shoot spring
Still elegant, ice feasts break
Wait on bended knee
Smoke perhaps moves fire
Walking delicate, love turns
Eyes squeal when smoke plays
These judges hunt hell
squealing eyes of the setting sun
spy classic felons
Foolish matches lurk
Hell kisses incompetence
Liquid, false beasts sing
Blancmanges again
The orange cats whirl the mice
Verse jumps and verse squeals
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