I’m writing this blog, these million and one haiku, for my own pleasure/challenge/rehabilitation. Out of the blue a few people have hopped on the bus, come along for the ride, in the last year, and that is pleasing while totally unexpected. I hope you are enjoying what I have been doing – if so it would be good to get occasional reactions from the passengers on the bus. Cheers.
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