Make a haiku

Grey skies shed large drops,
Tears from a gloomy blanket;
Cheered though, by her voice.
 
What sort of morning
Begins with zombie sex jokes?
Oh, for goodness sake!

:D
 
Nutmeg, cloves and spice,
Roast meats and rich warm puddings:
The smell of Christmas.

Fuck the diet! :cool:
 
Stupid playground and
all the same shit over and over.
Fucking sausagefest.


























LOL
 
Fam'lies crumbling
Taking care of old loved ones
Hearts are so fragile.

Offering warm hugs
Far across the ocean cold
Hurting for a friend. :rose:
 
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