But also waiting for love.
Mostly the ride, though.
Love won't transport me
To the downtown. Luckily,
I love rides. WIN/WIN!
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He writes haikus every day.
I write these haikus, Then you read them to yourself. That's pretty much it.
How It Works
I write these haikus.
You read them, request your own.
I write those as well.
Challenge me, people.
Give me the hardest topics.
I will make you proud.
Where to make requests?
Comment on the most recent
Haiku and it queues.
Meet Reverend Mike
He writes haikus every day.
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