| Haiku | 
| Listening to the summer smooth sounds of water over creekside pebbles. | 
| To Issa -- | 
| A raindrop long submerged glistens again in the spring tide. | 
| Falling in the wind -- the water roars rushing the leaves seaward. | 
| A raindrop hits the pavement smoothing its roughness. | 
| - Charles Martell | 
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