Today after writing pithy project prose, I found myself dabbling in Haiku's about work.
This is what I sent off to Tim:
River water flows
summer aquifers run dry
toxins eat parched earth
or
New frogs croak in spring
singing praises for the year
climate changes that
or
Tired consultant
writes more words with other words
It's that time of year
Oops. Too late.
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