A Haibun
At her first white house briefing, the new press secretary reads aloud a letter from a nine-year-old boy, "You'remy favorite president. I like you so much that I had a birthday about you. My cake was the shape of your hat..."After she finishes reading the letter, an awkward silence envelops the room.
America First sign
in my new neighbor's front yard
the rooster puffs up
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