Sunday, February 18, 2007

haiku (for Dad)

I remember snow

so deep we dug caves. Of course

I was shorter then.

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Paperback Writer said...

Ha ha ha!

I loved this one. It reminds me of this picture I came across. I once lived in Cleveland and it was during the winter. My parents had dug a hole, promptly deposited me in it and took a picture. I probably wasn't more than two years old.

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