Isaac Kavik: Thanks for the inspiration of the writing here. Thanks for the readers. Your comments are welcome. |
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Isaac Kavik: Why's it that way? (3 verse Haiku) On the big, rough branch Sits a little yellow bird Singing just for me In my red brick house Sits my blue- eyed, loving wife Waiting just for me I am all alone Walking in the big, cold wood And it's just for me |
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