Oh dear...

So today, in Haiku Club, we were working on a stream-of-consciousness approach to haiku. Basically, we went out into the courtyard and tried to write one haiku after another until we had about twenty. Well....let's just say I got there quite a bit faster than everyone else, and, well, kept going. I think I had fifty-five in total, though not all of them are worth sharing. Here we go...
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running.
long grass
tickles my legs
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on the sidewalk,
dried leaves crunch
under my feet
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decaying crown
of rhododendron blooms
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at the board,
a student
explains the teacher
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desert sun.
even the camera
is blinded
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abandoned building.
the sun still warms
the paving stones
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on top of the hill,
a row of pines
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old well cover.
under it,
only dirt
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frantic notes.
watching my pen run
out of ink
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a rabbit
nibbles
the four-leaf clover
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after the party,
the eternal
washing up
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in the sun, drifting.
awake--
--asleep
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strong wind.
suddenly,
it's raining leaves
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under the bed
a community
of misfits
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dusty attic.
all the relics
bring back stories
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that cute boy--
if only I could ask:
is he gay?
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early morning.
trying to read
last night's writing
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realizing she's late,
wondering
if it's worth it
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after the 5-year-old,
nature's sounds
reclaim the woods
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looking up,
all I see
are leaves
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going dancing.
the first time
in many years
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