The Shaman’s Haiku

Tell me of purpose,

She asked the Shaman one day 

In the garden.

Why don’t you tell me, 

He replied with a wry grin 

And a crooked eye. 

But of course the girl 

Was speechless for she did know 

Little of that word. 

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