synanpses 4
By Graham Smith

open mic at the north pole
santa smoked a bowl
and, eyes twinkling, read a poem from
his naughty list

the tragical presidency of william henry harrison
in this haiku play
the curtain rises, and the
prologue is the end

childhood memory
the old door-to-door
scissor sharpener man was
missing four fingers

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