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Robyn MacKinnon·August 5, 2016

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Bagels Forever

found poetry

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

BAGELS FOREVER

I just want you all to know

My life is complete

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This publication is part 17 of 351 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

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Robyn MacKinnon

I am mostly a visual artist, but I like to create "found poetry", specifically daily haiku made from the statuses of my Facebook friends. It was my Mom who started this, and officially passed the responsibility onto me when she became too busy.

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