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Woody Guthrie said
that his guitar "kills fascists."
Wish I had me one.

(Happy would-have-been 102nd birthday this week to Woody Guthrie.)

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Here's this week's patriotic heap of haikus:
 

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A Times Square haiku quintet: 

The statue of George M. Cohan in Times Square before the glut overwhelmed it.

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Oh what sadness has
risen in me. it makes my
heart the heavier.


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Maya Angelou
told me why the caged bird sings;
How her words could soar.

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Lifting off from earth,
our souls climb through the clouds to
play in the cosmos.
 
 
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The moist earth gave way
to one insistent daisy,
and now, fields of them.


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A gritty sunset.
Smoke pervades the horizon;
San Marcos wildfires

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Flowery bouquets,
made the room seem less dreary.
and soaked up her tears.


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There’s a twilight time
between dusk and eve’ning that
nurtures reflection.
 

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Double haiku:

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(Sorry for so many repeats, but I'm still having some vision problems.  Hopefully, by next week, the blurriness will have totally cleared up.)
 

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Once a year, Pi day
comes around. It should be squared.
But never mind that.

( 3-14 is Pi day. )



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The bare trees seem poised,
waiting for Spring to arrive.
Spring is running late.