gigolos bleat, chimes
embrace, canes slumber gladly
planets rattle, bronze
(automatic haiku poetry, first click. not sure how the bleating gigolos fit in, but the rattling planets were just too neat. a second try produced pure sillyness, and a third unfolded in lemonpeel kisses, just a day after Valentine. so there, gigolo.)
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