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We write haikus, not love songs
A blog of haiku / by Cesca, Em, Sean, Sluftie / written every day
Friday, February 8, 2008
Not a haiku for the squeamish.
Yeast in my P and
some blood and Tampax too. It's
fun to be a girl!
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