Shortest month (in name), of the year, 31 days to mix it up, throw down my variation on the ancient, Asian form,
I’m no poet, I only too well know it, but all the same, like to take a spin, try to win,
You over, roll over and over again with glee,
Join me, you will see, it will be, could should would be,
GOOD.
Oh, and just what IS Haiku, really?
Don’t be silly, Willy!
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