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OK, morning post
Will be in the haiku form
No upsetting Joel

Had a nice morning
Pigpen and I went to church
G chose to clean house

I don’t think I’m yet
In a position to force
Church on him, just yet

He did a great job
And told me he felt Mom here
Said he talked to her

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Denomination
Of the church defies haiku
Its just too damn long

Unitarian
Didn’t think that’d work so well
Packs syllables in

Had a guest speaker
Talked about Papa Joseph
Folks groaned about it

Always liked ol’ Joe.
He’s a stand in the back guy
Do good, keep head down

I relate to that.
Romantic stoicism
Appeals to me, some

But I don’t live it.
If I did, I wouldn’t write.
Suffer silently.

I crave attention
But only at arms distance
Not in the ‘real world’
(Pigpen spilled his drink
Water all over my bed
Running around nude)

Joe’s deal is different
He got a knocked up woman
I’ve got a dead one.

But we both got lives
We didn’t expect to have
And by rights, could hate

Except I wouldn’t
Because I still feel lucky
For this life I have.

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Forgot to mention
Pigpen’s cool 10 dollar toy
Is named “Average”

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