At every moment,
both day and night,
someone somewhere
is in dire straits.
No one escapes
these shadows.
If we can't find a way
to help those in need,
we're doomed as a species,
because every one of us
gets a turn sooner or later.
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Christmas 2012
No one’s left to kiss
Beneath the mistletoe. Too
Hard to lick the bones.
Now they’re almost dead,
Some more so than the others.
And I’m hiding out.
[Disposable Haiku December 8, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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