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A single wren sings

With its tiny machine gun

Spraying the morning.

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The Great Escape - and no Steve McQueen or motorbike needed. ☕

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Haiku's are fleeting

A ripe, hidden blackberry 

Picked to perfection.

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I wait for the stirred cuppa's tiny whirlpool fade to a mill pond - now it's fully ready to sup. ☕

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Beginners Haiku:

Take seventeen syllables,

Mould them from word clay.

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The hug

From the

Very first glug.

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The haiku drift mines

Where we rummage for meaning

From discarded words.

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The blinds are still drawn

Monday may not be out there:

Schrödinger's Monday.

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Sunday is comfort

An oasis of silence

To rest a short while

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We are now between

The tick and tock of summer's

Universal clock.