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Robyn MacKinnon·February 3, 2017

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This publication is part 40 of 465 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

Orcas at the Lemon Tree

found poetry

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

after dinner nap

keep dreaming about Orcas

at the lemon tree

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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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