Published: May 5, 2010

By MATT PETRONZIO
Asst. Literary Editor

Heart is made of glass
Bare feet march on humble shards
Mind is made of stone

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By GRACE WEISS
Contributing Writer

The Little Coochi
Snorcher That Could can because
This is not ISIS

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By REBECCA DECKER
Contributing Writer

Sly, smug bartender
Asking for IDs, he bluffs
Hard liquor his prize

Smoke curls through the air
Flirtation is palpable
Outside McMahon

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By MARIO WEDDELL
Staff Writer

Wrote her a poem
And said, “Here is your haiku!”
God bless you, she said.

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By STEPHANIE BERNHOLZ
Contributing Writer

Hey, you, hipster kid.
Put away the flannel, please.
The sun is out now.

Hey asshole—yeah, you.
This elevator is full.
Walk to the third floor.

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By REBECCA GEHMAN
Contributing Writer

It is raining hard
Super soaked dripping wetness
And not the good kind

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By ANGIE CHEN
Contributing Writer

Ouch, I stubbed my toe.
Pass me the Neosporin.
Wait, this is toothpaste.

Finals week is near.
What was on that test again?
I am close to tears.

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By CATHERINE MURPHY
Contributing Writer

He is love, only
A lonely gardener of
The sewers, my rat

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By JACKSON GALAN
Contributing Writer

Verdant fields placid
Bubblegum stuck to my shoe
Lakes of pious blue

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By JULIA O’DONNELL
Asst. Copy Editor

When all efforts fail,
Proclaim, “Mission Accomplished!”
Wisdom from Dubya

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By HANNAH DONNELLY
Contributing Writer

All haiku are trite,
Too short. What could be said in
Seventeen syllab—

White snow is falling.
The city puts on a mask.
Wet snow is falling.

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By DIANA KOKOSZKA
Contributing Writer

Just across the street
I’d like to meet this “Alan”
Hangover bagels

Get Snooki a date
Dropped her paychecks on bump-its
Just looking for love