Autumn Haiku 18

walking Hampstead Heath
the distant city sirens
are rarely silent
Labels: autumn, haiku, Hampstead Heath
the every day story of the smell of sex

Labels: autumn, haiku, Hampstead Heath
posted by Deek Deekster @ 11:35 AM
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