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“Cranes”

Cranes

Handmade paper cranes /

twirl beneath the ceiling fan. /

Gift and giver live.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Holiday”

Holiday

A young lad dreams of /

riding his paper airplane /

like Santa’s red sleigh.

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#holiday #dreams #lad #paper #airplane #santa #sleigh #photo #haiga #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #december #thursday #120723 #2023

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“Wrinkled paper”

Wrinkled paper

Opening again, /

wrinkled wrapping paper. /

I hear it, too — rain.

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#wrinkled #paper #rain #hear #opening #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #haiga #november #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #tuesday #112123 #2023

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Photo finish Friday: “Strata”

Ages from now, when archeologists dig up the strata of our time, it won't be rock, but miles and miles deep of processed paper and envelopes.

Ages from now, when archeologists dig up the strata of our time, it won’t be rock, but miles and miles deep of processed paper and envelopes.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Excitement”

First joke writer: I can’t quite come up with a finish for this joke: “You know you’re an older writer when….” and that’s as far as I get.

Second joke writer: “You know you’re an older writer when your wife surprises you with a box of 20-pound bond paper and it excites you in ways you hadn’t thought possible.”

First joke writer: Sounds like that happened to you.

Second joke writer: It did. Then the reality of having to fill all those blank pages sank in and dulled it all.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Great Escape”

Smiles, hugs, and paper; /
Presents, bows, and tape askew. /
Great escape again.

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