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Ten Thousand Haiku

27 years of 17-syllable days

1321

12 October 2015Calvin Olsenarm, baby, babysitting, cuteness, fingernails, haiku, ouch, pain, poem, Poetry, razor sharp, ripping, skin 1 Comment

Baby fingernails
Ripping the skin off my arm
Maybe on purpose

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Stacey says:

Better your arm than your eye. Those things are deadly weapons

12 October 2015 at 7:17 pm Reply

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