Blow Ro. Put down flute.
Pick up flute again. Blow Ro.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
(This haiku assumes familiarity with the small bottles of complimentary
shampoo found in U. S. motels.)
Don.
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Sent: Wednesday, August 21, 2002 1:06 PM
Subject: RE: Chikuzan
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> Sumac trees nowhere
> I play my shakuhachi
> and scratch and despair
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> May not be Haiku, but it sums up how I felt for a while.
>
> Bill
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