Haiku
The cock crows at four
I listen to its keen caw
Then sleep till eight
The farmer is up
Starts his infernal tractor
I smell diesel fume
At eleven o`clock
The fishmonger`s white van tootles
Soon it will be lunch
I drink coffee
Hope the internet will work
The line is feeble
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A wonderfully crafted string of haikus. Splendidly sequenced. Well penned 10+++