On most days my little monster wakes up bright and early. He terrorizes from sunrise to sunset. He brakes and throws, watch out he even stomps on toes.

4 string Haiku. Inspired by a picture of people worshiping Budda.

Up in the mountains The air so pure Being together with girls we know Laughing and loving and learning from each other From a first year beehive To a last year laurel We all band together

I remember when I was a sprog I had locked my sock puppet Igor in the bathroom for two hours lol. But I wasn’t a bad kid lol. I don’t know what got into me lol.

We all cry out sometime but reach out and touch someone to-day. maybe a smile! or see a sparkling star!

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The body is rotten. Name is Jarule. Just got divorced. He was misbegotten.

So When Love Come Knocking at your door. Never let it go.