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Booktakers
Are backpacks stuffed. And,
Backbreakers.

Build the mind
While toting all books –
Break the back.

No lockers?
Yes, lockers. But they
Would take time.

Why the weight?
So there’s no wait to
Socialize.

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photo by Sanja Gjenero at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhASdBe/teen+backpack

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Not A Gamer

Hide and seek –
The sun’s a failure –
Keeps beaming.

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About Old Swings

Old board – yes.
But let that be all.
Old ropes break.

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Marriage

Man, woman,
Walking together
‘Neath the sun.

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Marriage – photo by vivekchugh at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mf0y3PA/Colombo

Swings – photo by Jasper Greek Lao Golangco at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mKTsAmW/old+swing

Gamer – photo by Johnny Berg at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mxkbLA8/Morning+-+HDR

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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