There once was an actor of note,
Who thought he was so good he could float.
Upon the stage he did try
To levitate way up high,
And soon he was smaller than a mote.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Motes”
The motes in the sun /
bloom larger with each movement /
downward into snow.
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