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Haiku: 78 to 81
78
whitman was kidding
he celebrated nothing –
a critic told me.
79
once upon a time
we were all very happy –
you know what happened.
80
my room is freezing,
i gave it a warm blanket
a cup of hot tea.
81
everyone is dead
i am looking for angels
all the wrong places.
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