Figure Eight

Figure Eight

In the house we grew up in You pulled out the old gramophone And with that rustic beauty you associate with bingo games, or gas lights We were made young by the age of things Our forefathers were better than us They took shorter showers They rode their feet like Harley Davidsons And touched a sea of classics now available online But their dreams are melting like polar ice caps In every lined face, we spy a Nazi and Jew And we are not so innocent as we used to be And we clean up to nothing much And red and green are both for go And no

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Till it doesn't matter anyway

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~juicekimoden Sep 16, 2008, 8:59:29 PM

hello. thanks for reading Juice's Haiku No.3 what can you say about it? is it good or bad?

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~AIWS Sep 1, 2008, 3:46:56 AM

Thank You very much!

~Iforgotagainagain Sep 1, 2008, 4:06:35 AM

Pleasure

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=AlecBell Aug 25, 2008, 4:29:16 AM

Thank you very much for your

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I'm pleased you liked it.

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