Our bed broke the other day. Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Now there's little wood shavings and a dip in the bed with an old air mattress holding it up. Deliver me from clever art. Oh well, nothing is static. Even the Mona lisa is falling apart.
Here's another haiku:
Watching white moon face
The stars never feel anger
blah blah blah the end
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