Before I say goodbye to haiku, I would like to recognize two pivotal players in making this month's plogging happen: my index finger and thumb. They had to count about 33% more syllables than the other fingers, and they did so with the honor of a samurai master. Arigato, finger-san.
August's last poem:
My final Haiku
Shoes and ships and sealing wax,
Haiku'ed about lots.
Stay tuned for the announcement of September's poem type....
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