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A new day a new haiku
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Tangled in the weeds Twist, turn and squirm to be free Love caught up with me
Last year’s faded weeds Stumble and slip in decay Above a coiled spring
Happy accidents Are always much better than The fruit of labour
Weeds always return A virus lying in wait The opportunist
Weeds are just flowers That are still looking out for The right place to grow