Haiku: Death, Schmeth July 31, 2017 / janowrite I expired. So what? Death: No wifi. Cold pizza. Coffins. Bad breath. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
🙂 I see we’ve both worked in hospice! Your blog is fascinating! Thanks for visiting mine! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
🙂 They say you’re never to old to learn, well I learnt what Haiku means this evening. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Book 'Em, Jan O 
Blimey. Death is just fun!
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🙂 I see we’ve both worked in hospice! Your blog is fascinating! Thanks for visiting mine! 🙂
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Oh dear, love it lol
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🙂 They say you’re never to old to learn, well I learnt what Haiku means this evening.
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Shhhhh! Don’t tell! 🙂 Thanks for visiting!
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🙂 I like it.
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