Midsummer Haiku

Blonde girl walks a black dog

Ah! Midsummer sun.
Blonde girl walking a black dog.
All downhill from here.

NOTES:  It’s become a bit of a tradition to post this when I sense summer has peaked and is beginning to slip away.

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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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