Write two haiku about: when I was young.
Apologies for mine, I guess I was in a wistful mood while writing them. Not sure either of them is particularly accurate, but I liked how they turned out anyway.
Sigh, sleep. One day I'll get my evenings figured out so that I'm not trying to write blog posts late at night.
Or, you know, probably not.
I just thought that I would live
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Life was not perfect,
but worries were simpler and
joy closer to hand