Old age or too much drinking?
Memories lost, then found.
Around a year ago, I somehow jumped straight from No. 23 to No. 25 in my weekly series of haiku. A curious omission! I can't believe that I did so deliberately because of its supposedly negative connotations in the local numerology (the Chinese for '24' sounds similar to 'death close by', so it is considered the unluckiest number); I don't have any truck with that shit. No, I think I just miscounted somehow. The anniversary seems like a good time to amend this oversight.
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