Hard to believe it is, of the person from the another planet, by rheumy eyes though.
The Spaceless teacher of haiku, compered with, (the odds are against him).
His revenge, having been left not to take, the second summer has already come.
On the passenger seat in my car, for the woman combing her hair, the mirror it is. Or, on the passenger seat in my car, for the woman combing her hair, she is the embodiment of.
Getting drenched, by lost of his umbrella, a transcender is.