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Continue reading →: My Old Job
I was a haikuist at The haiku factory I worked five Seven five hour Shifts, I sometimes wrote An occasional haiku and then I Doodled.
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Continue reading →: Because I had to
Stealing a baguette on the way to aitport in Paris. I am out of money, but if arrested my French is minimal. That’s a decent vacation
Hello,
I’m Mark
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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