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A haiku written about a particular tasty-looking moon |
| The crescent moon Overripe watermelon Honey on my tongue Count 28 sliced Hot eye of heaven sleeping Melon Moon assumes Dark; it grows waxing For the man wonders, smiling Tastes the cream melon Greedy nibbler! The melon to little crumbs The gardener, silent The crescent of moon Counting 28 slices Melon Man returns |