Poem # 2: Three Senryu, One Haiku

shredding old bank statements
I still know
where the money went

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dog licks my feet
with fervor;
they're his drug of choice

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a loud whine
wakes everyone on the block;
sound of alternator dying

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last night's glass of wine
left by the open window;
pollen floats on top

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