Haiku
Broken, rusty pipe, Misty morning drizzle; I have stopped Counting [...]
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Black. White. Chinese. Indian. Rich. Poor. Yours. Mine. Happy. Sad. [...]
Tom
“You’re a racist,” he said. “And racists don’t get [...]
Broken, rusty pipe, Misty morning drizzle; I have stopped Counting [...]
Black. White. Chinese. Indian. Rich. Poor. Yours. Mine. Happy. Sad. [...]
“You’re a racist,” he said. “And racists don’t get [...]