Not sugar plum haiku’s

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Sometimes the bitter truth is easier

to digest than a sweet sounding lie.

You are beautiful, and nobody

has the right to pull you down.


You’re Tiny Chickadee


Oh, Chickadee Oh, chickadee

you sing a melody

gentle and sweet.

Fairer, still,

is thy white crested breast.

Seen in purity, a feather preen.

Your donning nightly cap is best.

Stately as a noble’s crest.

Oh, chickadee tiny and dainty.

From branch to branch.

You make your way

to feed morn and eve…

How your company

is so inviting,