Ben's Haiku

Sun, 17 Oct 2004

Foul Kitchen
The kitchen's foul smell--
rotting food and milk--fights with
the clean, crisp, cold air.

19:37 | permalink


Red Sox III
There's no point to hope.
Every time they self-destruct.
Here they go again.

written after Game 3 of the ALCS
Red Sox vs. Yankees

07:46 | permalink


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