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Vater, padre, pa,
Or by any other name,
You’re honored today.
Thanks for all you’ve done.
Ev’ry day is a blessing
With you in our life.
Grill man, dishwasher,
Among other roles you play;
Happy Father’s Day!
Father
triple haiku
Delayed Reaction
Sweaty and winded,
Greeted with closed boarding gate,
Missed connecting flight.
Re-routing given,
This time a two-hour delay;
Murphy’s Law gone wild.
Frazzled since midnight
Checked-in carry-on is lost,
Along with my mind.
Royal Flush
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We four kings of steel
Provide hydration to all,
Men, women, kids, pets.
Choose your favored spout
To squirt clear, filtered water,
Redundancy rules.
Flush with wealth
This land of milk and honey
Has much to offer.
Hope Springs Internal
Seek joy from within
Whisper words of gratitude,
Break open a smile.
Widen to a laugh
Butterfly effect inside,
Quickly taking wing.
Burst of hope erupts
Feel the tingle of lightness,
Weight of despair gone.
Happy and Thankful
Image by Hymn
I’m Tess the turkey
I fled the scene by sheer luck,
Their “feast” is over.
I can breathe easy
Another year to live well,
I count my blessings.
With my three friends here
We will party like crazy,
Gobble, gobble, all!
Happy Thanksgiving
Over the Moon
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Jewel in the sky
Against the velvet of night,
Beauteous full moon.
Under light so bright,
The madness of a full moon
Makes fools fall in love.
It’s a supermoon
11/13/16
Through tomorrow morn.
The First Folly
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Trouble in Eden
Adam and Eve fell from grace
Succumbed to evil
An apple a day
Not a good way to begin
According to God
Adam and Eve’s lapse
Start of original sin
So the story goes.
Everyday Diva
Always demanding
She thinks she is royalty
Has to have her way.
Cartoonish antics
Reflected in her selfies
Though no one dares say
Quite a tongue lasher
Temper tantrums her mainstay
Her crown is for play.
Libation Nation
Drink and be merry,
Happy Hour starts at five sharp,
Or any time today.
From draft to craft beer,
Whiskies, daiquiris, coolers,
Liqueurs, wines, and more
Thirst quenchers galore,
Choose your poison, fill ‘er up,
Slurp until you burp.
Out of Control
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He banged her up bad
She’s almost six feet under
He climbs out the ditch
Sobered up quickly
He misses her suddenly
She made him feel good
Remorse sets in him
He yells up to the heavens,
“I loved my Corvette.”
Karina Pinella 
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