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Pet rats and prison tats (or how I became to begrudgingly write poetry)

A world above the ground with numb feet and I want to remember how to write a haiku

I hate poetry but I'd find words to trade with you 

Each tasty word feels stale on paper. Awkward. Embarrassed. 

And always I come back to pet rats and prison tats

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◄ Haikus for India: Part 1

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