Haiku 693-696

Haiku 693

it’s never been blue
the old house at the corner
it never will be

Haiku 694

a cold jealous ghost
browned the pink cherry blossoms
with his frosty breath

Haiku 695

What’s in that suitcase
Mr. Thunderstorm? What strife
have you brought tonight?

Haiku 696

One of you three teeth
aching me hard. Two of you
waiting for your turn.

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