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  2. This’un’s deep, Juice (no-pun mis-directionally nor atmospherically nor oceanographically(sp?). The bamboo is an amazing grass. I still have not found the kind whose shoots I’d want to eat. This particular haiku took a while to like like the rest I viewed this morning. I have to trek some 30 miles to see sea sounds tickle the remaining hair follicles in the right ear; you, I guess, just have to lean out your mountain view’s perch, and we all know The West Wind you get is brinier than mine which must pass over fifty miles or so of orange blossom-memories, as memories they are doomed to remain as those largish lots now sprout mushroom houses and ‘partments just like you gots there.

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