The shooting gallery
A Haika
By AJ O’Brien.
I need to spike up
but my veins have all collapsed.
How did that happen?
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My name is Alan and I live in London, England.
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Great title
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Thank you.
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I agree with the other comments!
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Thank you so much.
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Eerie… has the hum and feel of a sweaty, flu-induced nightmare.
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Thank you very much.
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Powerful.
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Thank you, Anna.
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No matter how hard we try, eventually everything comes to an end. Loved this one Alan 🙂
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How right you are, Michele. Thank you.
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So sad….because we know this is the reality for far too many people! I once read about people actually injecting the drugs into their eyes because they have no injectable veins left. Great poem, Alan…very powerful!
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Thank you very much Ann.
That is exactly what i’m trying to portray.
In a very surreal kind of way.
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Powerful.
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Many thanks.
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A lot said with a few words. Well done, Alan.
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Thank you, Kathy.
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My pleasure reading…you always get to the heart of things.
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You’re very kind. 💕
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😊💙
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Made me shiver.
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Thank you so much.
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Love it. You made me laugh even if you didn’t mean to. Cheers.
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Many Thanks.
Somehow I missed your comments. Sorry. 😊
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