haiku 77
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I knock down
a small wasp nest –
the storm hits
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highway –
my car meets
the storm’s rain shaft
Posted on August 11th, 2009 by bryon
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forecast fulfilled -
southern skies fill
with storms
Posted on June 16th, 2009 by bryon
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The storm raged on, showing no signs of abating, and nearly covering the sound of gunshots inside the Salvorson mansion.
Three men, who had come from different parts of the mansion, stood around the body of their late, unlamented business partner, Brock Salvorson. He was lying at the bottom of a long, steep flight of stairs.
“If it weren’t for the multiple gunshot wounds, we could have said he fell,” Ian Irwin said.
“I think we must also rule out suicide,” Philip Ordell added.
“Gentlemen,” said Tate Fanchon, “one of us is a murderer.”
“And we all have motive for killing the S.O.B.,” Ordell said.
Posted on October 9th, 2008 by bryon
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pea-sized hail
wakes me
early spring storm
Posted on April 1st, 2008 by bryon
Posted on September 8th, 2009 by bryon
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