Today the breeze was clean and the sun never wanted to come down and his arm was reassuringly heavy against my shoulders.
Obama wasn’t the best American to visit Canada.
Today the breeze was clean and the sun never wanted to come down and his arm was reassuringly heavy against my shoulders.
Obama wasn’t the best American to visit Canada.
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Tagged: obama, spring, writing
Don’t stand under the cherry tree
You might just
Fall in love
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Tagged: cherry blossoms, haiku, poetry, spring, writing