March Morn In Vegas

March Morn In Vegas

A Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)
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A haiku dedicated to a rare occasion: when Vegas does NOT smell like fried chicken, garlic and onion or Chinese food.

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March Morn in Vegas Haiku

Wet cement, Texas 
Sage, Yellow Broom, mesquite, rain.
Pungent Vegas Morn

© 2018 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)


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Added on March 11, 2018
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David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)
David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)

Las Vegas, NV



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Born in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..