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In My Yard

Robyn MacKinnon·December 16, 2016

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In My Yard

found poetry

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

Who’s that in my yard?

people expressing themselves

Getting all my ducks

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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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