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my daily tanka april 14, 15, 16, 17
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Tanka Poems twenty years past
walking down the same road
the noisy young sets in all
the night joints
i wonder whether i am getting old
the repeating slushes
of the waves
the puzzles they left
in my mind
are they trying to tell me something?
illiteracy
as i grew up
i found out why
mom got me educated
patience oils our relationship
waterfall
the lady walking down
the steps at the side
race with the
impatient water
