#three lines

Coconut oil belly rub in Polynesian manner: Peter Potamus just cannot resist the sensation.

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Wendy and Rita, autumn evening in the desert. What better warming agent than chicken and bean chili?

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Skatebirding it inline: Let's just hope Knock-Knock manages to be careful on asphalt bike trail.

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What more could Trollkin love be like than in the shallows of a spring on a Southern summer's late night?

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Instead of yowling aimlessly, neighbours complain of Top Cat's clowder going into glee club practice.

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Lippy the Lion shacks up with a hillbilly gal for the night; imagine what love can ensue in the end!

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Thus do Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling come into a fascinating dive discovery as the Golden Hour approacheth.

I have to acknowledge, folks, these may not be in the haiku form, but at least they have three lines each, and I hope this experimental poesy exercise agrees with you. Please to let me know in the comments or through reposting.

Of course, All is right and fair.

March breathing; December air....

Writerscreed Challenge of The Week 12/19-12/25 "December Air"

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Witch me~. ✨

Here is the link for this picrew.

grew up to be

Just a girl

Standing next to a boy

Asking her employer for the same contract

Only for them to rain me out somewhere different,