“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, October 16, 2016
This Kind (Haiku)
Being
Nice is like
Hospitality for All
Devil(s)-
bed is made.
Source unnamed, interior of brothel in Italy 1945 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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