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She received wondrous and imaginative gifts, drank copious beverages of the alcoholic variety, and partied like 1999.
She had everything a girl in the blush of youth could desire on her big day--except a haiku.
Because I hadn't written it yet.
Birthday haikus
are too hard to write; next year
you're getting a sonnet.
are too hard to write; next year
you're getting a sonnet.
I'm still waiting for the Haiku police to come and get me. They must be close, now.
image, Mrs. Florence Fleming Noyes in a scarf dance, Library of Congress.
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