Some days are toothpicks. /
Some days are tapioca. /
Some days they collide.
Some days are toothpicks. /
Some days are tapioca. /
Some days they collide.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Photo by Beth Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
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