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Friday, 20 March 2009

kissing her lipstick off spring wind
Posted by Matthew Paul at 15:12

3 comments:

jem said...

Nice one. Short but very sweet.

26 March 2009 05:17
Alan Summers said...

A very immediate haiku, I love it!

all my best,
Alan
With Words Haiku Competition 2009

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