The Gang Left This Morning: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

The wind howls o’er an/
empty lake. Blue reflects how/
we feel. Tucson’s gone.
Blue windy Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin: Storm blows after the Tucson gang leaves

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