Both beg other questions.
Q: What are finger limes? A: Tiny, the size of small pinkies.
Q: Which haiku? A: Not my cat.
I'm confident I'd like finger limes as much as I do baby carrots. But not as much as haiku, the cat.
I'm contemplating a minimalist epic on finger limes.
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a rudimentary exile
teeth into guitar, violin overtaken
the savory pies on
Just to close the book on the trip
is to sleep more soundly