Wasted Haikus Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Wasted Haikus

Rating: 3.5


Little minds singing
hollow pendulums swinging
low-octane pinging.

Fuel injection
upon further reflection
still imperfection.

The land is barren
in the great subsaharan
I am the Baron.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Reynolds 31 May 2007

It's no often your richt Baron, or are you Baron, richt often?

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No... you are GOD! ! ! ! :) t xxxxxx

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