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A new day a new haiku
Haunted branches weave
Evil shadows between life
In the wild wild wood
Towering above
Creeping to the underworld
Fathers forgotten
Big fat red round sun
Melting softly into trees
Butter in a pan
Among dusty trees
They have everything they need
Here there is no greed
Early morning sun
Rises from behind the trees
The storm is over
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