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Originally Posted by prudery
Haikus to cuckoos ???
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Oooh can we?
Hi Morty.
O Morty my Morty! Rise up and hear the bells.
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills
For you win tickets and ribboned wreaths—for you the paddock a-crowding
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager horsies turning for home
Here Captain! Dear Morty!
These lilacs beneath your bed
It is some dream that in the Padlock
You’ve fallen on your head.
(Who is HandHeld 10?)