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Ellis Eckles Block 3 March 15, 2011

Haiku Birds fly in the air A refreshing breeze, whoosh whoosh This day is peaceful. Jake's popcorn is stale It faintly tastes like butter It spilled on the floor... Oh peanut butter, Why do you stick to my teeth? You come in a jar. By the curb you wait, Surrounded by fumes you wait, Little rock, you wait.


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