Can anyone tell me why God invented wasps ? Nasty stingy buzzy things and slightly worse than moths. They are the blight of summer and ruin day trips out.

Daddy pushing, she goes whooshing; pigtails sweep and buckled shoes fly. Laughing out loud, she kicks the clouds and waves as pretty birds go by.

Pretty, pink phalaenopsis blooms; I bury my nose deep in you, till, tickled by your sweet perfumes, my nose always goes “Atishoo!”.

(also addended to "methamphetamine haiku set") the vile dust of meth clogs me nasal to mental : toll of creation the world needs addicts like cynics and napalm bombs, but it's a rough road

Love your mom and dad, and be proud of your sisters and brothers.

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Star-gazing...again.

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