The stringed melody/
in the nursing home,/
did not make me weep,/
but my eyes watered/
and my soul was touched/
upon hearing the/
impromptu quivering voices/
of those aged folks/
whose lives have found
His Amazing Grace.
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Wisconsin Is Good Medicine: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku
My mother started/
to shrink at Stonehenge, but then/
moved to Wisconsin.