Father’s Day Haiku

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Dad's last bottle of Old Spice Dad’s last bottle

Amidst the clutter,
Dad’s last bottle of Old Spice.
Today, I’ll wear some.

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Bobby Ball

I love poetry. But I'm picky. No one pays me to read and write poems. It's more of a labor of love. I guess that puts me in good company. This is a project to discover why some poems strike you deep, deep down, while others leave you cold. I've got some ideas, and I'm eager to learn. I'll show you some of mine. Maybe we'll learn something new.

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