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Haiku Poems
Mail in spring Mail arrives and hides Clear icicles are melting Down on the mailbox Mail in summer Junk mail comes daily To the hot sticky mailbox What is there for me? Mail in fall The mailbox is cold The mail blows out of my hand On a windy day Mail in winter Clear icicles form The mailbox is frozen shut I struggle opening it
