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Haiku to YouUninspired manSits frowning, drumming fingers;He has no haiku. Bald head, smeared with sun,Whiteness, time passes, redness.Melanin needed. I like chess 'cause there'sNo moral grey area.I'm a simple man. Old, dried coffee stain,A reminder of good timesWhen I had coffee. Meaningless furyIn a rough sea of chatter.Truth, unfindable. Intresting poeme oO

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yeh translation pls