
Sometimes
Sometimes, between /
the moon and the brown oak leaves /
your voice susurrates.
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Sometimes
Sometimes, between /
the moon and the brown oak leaves /
your voice susurrates.
.
.
#sometimes #voice #susurrate #moon #oak #leaves #haiku #poem #haiga #photo #oldnorthknoxville #stormhaven #daviebooker #november #saturday #110825 #2025

Sight
Spring and I see you /
in a cathedral of folds, /
Iris and sunlight.
.
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#iris #cathedral #sunlight #you #spring #you #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #april #sunday #042422 #2022

I'm not sure what to make of this offer on Twitter. If she thinks I am somehow one of these women in the guise of a not-so-slim-waisted man, she would definitely be disappointed.
As a recent member of Twitter, it sometimes surprises me what can get done with only 140 characters.
Take this offer, for example. Certainly the name should say it all: “Jenny Breastits.” But to further drive home the point, she is “@LovelySoftBoobs.” And if that is not enough, her description makes it absolutely clear what she loves.
What I don’t understand is why she wants to follow my tweets? I am not a woman, don’t have the naturally full items she is most interested in, and I possess a not so slim waist. If she thinks I am harboring any of these things, she is suffering from delusions I cannot even begin to fathom.
Twitter may have a limit of 140 characters, but it does seem that at times, all of those characters are odd.
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How come most of the “people” that want to follow me on this social medium are diet gurus, body part enlargement specialists, and get rich quick schemers? Don’t they know I’m a multi-plus sized coach potato with a sweaty beer in one hand, a twitchy remote in the other, and a wallet flatter than a left-over night of pleasure?
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