Haiku #440 – #442

440.

Dear Muse, could I ask
For just one night followed by
A morning where I wake.

441.

His last bizarre thought:
He’d shave to look good for
The pathologist.

442.

All these waiting tools;
I have no hands capable,
Left untranslated.

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