Friday, April 16, 2010

Friday Haiku

First smell of cut grass
Boys--yelling, running—baseball
It is his turn now


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  1. Lisa B.April 17, 2010 at 1:04 PM

    Doesn't this sound lovely. I fear I have only fleeting moments to enjoy spring until May, and the end of the semester, roll around.

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