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From the plane's window
your blue pool sparkled below
almost lost in white
I saw it below
nestled by the hill, sparkling
but could not see you
Munich surprised me
with forests and fields of green
and quaint villages
6/10/09
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These poems are written by family members, and do not necessarily have to rhyme. My original personal challenge was to write a poem a day for one year. (Yes, a three line haiku counts as long as it fits the criteria of 5-7-5.) My revised goal is to write 365 poems in the same number of days.
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