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Haiku #39

She detest weakness

And has no use for backbirths

Strength is her watchword.

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Haiku #40

A gun in her hand

Feels more natural than a

Flower in her hair.

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Tanka #15

Wash has never let

Her down. He’s always ready

With a joke or a

Quip to lighten her mood or

Swoop in for a save.

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Haiku #41

Mal watched her back, through

Blood and gore; except when she

Chose to take a mate.

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Haiku #42

Love didn’t change her

Intensity, it deepened

It if anything.

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Haiku #43

Her arched eyebrows and

Steely cold voice can cut as

Deep as her best blade.

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Haiku #44

No one touched her heart

With the love that her husband

Could. Good bye Hoban.

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Haiku #45

With lead flying and

Her two men by her side, she

Will take on anyone.

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Tanka #16

She wants his baby,

Don’t matter where they live or

How. She ain’t afraid

To have something that would show

The ‘verse… That they love.

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Tanka #17

She stands there looking

At his grave site. Seeing but

Not seeing. He’s gone.

No more jokes, nor dinosaurs,

No more hearing, “Lamby-toes”.

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Tanka #18

She’ll hold true, she said.

With power and muscle

And the love of her

Friends, she’ll hold true; for

Who else will remember him?