Nine years ago
Eggs, age were hidden /
Nine years past, when both were young. /
Spring hides without end.
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Photo by Lauren Rider
Filed under 2012, 2021, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
The programmer’s wife tells him: “Run to the store and buy a loaf of bread. If they have eggs, get a dozen.”
The programmer comes home with 12 loaves of bread.
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
Some days, the yoke of friendship runs true; other days, it just runs yellow.
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