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[ckymeltdown]

some samplings of the fridge haiku I've been constructing:
(this first one is by G)
Light weed up early
between morning and evening
smile laugh and dream

I must always stand
when we fall to wet concrete
then walk to leave this

Watch the road my friend
for as I am listening
this song sounds like sleep

You were shivering
there beneath his breath and skin
so used you could cry

As her thoughts wander
they house a cold rusty shell
the wall will still melt

rise above at dawn
live a happy life through him
full journey of man

those are all on my fridge right now, so my word choices got slimmer as I went, please understand, all critics.