[lit-ideas] Further poem in translate

I know, I know, Bly and Fulton have been there before, as I am sure have 
others. And yet, why not give it a haiku. Calculate and en-join as wont.

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Olav H. Hauge:
THE SAW

Slash,
says the saw.
Solid wood.
She speaks her
mind, the saw.

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