Hillary Tries Haikus

It is odd to think

of poems being this small.

Space for tiny thoughts!

 

The NYPD

brought a bomb dog to Fordham.

He ate a napkin.

 

My dorm often smells

like a mixture of grief and

coffee. What a place.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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