Elvis sings the blues,
mistletoe is missing you;
Termites in your smile.
I get inspired at the mid of night
Stock market by day, Writer by night.
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Do all things in love
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Oof, this hit me so hard. That definitely was a veryyyyy blue Haiku! Sending you lots of love and hugs! ❤️
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