Monday, April 16, 2007

NaPoWriMo, Day Sixteen, Poem Fourteen

Haiku

She always asks
why I sound so defeated
after she has won.
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Sandra said...

I like this one! Small typo ("soud"), but big goodness.

4/18/2007 11:30 AM

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