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Saint Patrick drove snakesSlithering off Irish Soil,-Into Governments.Copyright 2008
We greet Him with palms,As He enters the city-riding a donkey.Copyright 2008
Weekends come alongAs a time like Spring, for growth
-renewing our hopes. Copyright 2008
Sometimes-God help me,I immagine that you've died!Pure desolation.Copyright 2008
Aisles and aisles of books,I came to write, perused instead- O just a haiku.Copyright 2008
On Jury DutyI sit, drink coffee, and read-they never pick me.Copyright 2008
A candle is litCasting its shadow on walls-into darkness, light.Copyright 2008
I ride the train home,And when I walk through the door-you run up to me.Copyright 2008
An hour lost each Fall,Then gained back in Spring with light-give and take of time.Copyright 2008
Try feeding youngstersWhat they know is good for them-sheer futility.Copyright 2008
Sometimes nobodiesTurn out to be somebodies-tread softly with fear.Copyright 2008
A boat is guided
Through large mountains of bubbles
-by a child's small hand.
Copyright 2008