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Robyn MacKinnon·November 11, 2018

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Last Day In Uniform

found poetry

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

my phone will be off

My last day ‘in uniform’

and screaming “french fries”

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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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