Haiku Night School

counting syllables
familiar has three or four
here I argue three

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the third line departs
from the imagery evoked
but not completely

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is there Zen in this
master strikes me with his cane
my scribbles burning

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a pointed dunce cap
the fool will wear it in shame
the wise just wear it

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the class is dismissed
what all did you learn today
some eraser smears