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1/22/10: Tropical

Bust out your grass skirts and coconut bras; we’re going tropical.

Classic poem of the day.

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2 Poems

  1. Meryl says:

    Hot sand tickles my toes
    Pineapples grow by the rows.
    The illusion is optical
    I am not somewhere tropical.
    I sit in the cold
    and shivers enfold.

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  2. Tristan says:

    Things to do before I die haiku #1
    This is the life. My
    biggest worries are sunburn
    and humidity.

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