Good morning
She looks up, says
Head in the clouds
Hair still wet
Then smiles
I say, it is almost Haiku
She says,
I've done three quarters of the work
Now it's up to you
I give it a try
But now I see
Head in the clouds
Hair still wet
Would make a much better
Epithet
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