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A new day a new haiku
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This old black machine Churning out chunks of new junk Turning day to night
Ripples lick and lap Lines of light lightly lighting And lift me away
Carry my canoe Down curly wyrley canal I paddle, can you?
Row, row, row your boat So merrily down the stream Life is but a dream
A river of light Carried slowly to the sea Watch it slip away
Floating in a cloud Meander the days away In a dusky haze
Gloomy backwaters Slowly seep and ooze their way Into the ocean
As light mist rises From the freshly fallen rain Float away downstream