Haiku

Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  war favors teapot 
like a peasant, one walks male 
  soldier ebbs; one cloud 


  dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
  holiday cookout


  hut cries; blowing wind 
molecular threads impart 
  wet, men kill green tea. 



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Cheers,
Joe Provo