So, Benjamin sends me a text message a little while ago with a Haiku as follows:
Today may suck balls
But tomorrow is reborn
Each day is it’s own
So I responded with my own Haiku as follows:
We have this moment
And our perceptions of it
And then it is gone
Of course, my son, Jacob, had to add his in as well:
Haikus are easy
But sometimes do not make sense
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