2012年07月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 12th. week vol. 2

A toothpick hold between his teeth, In his siesta, there is.
An evening cicada sounds like sorrowing the end of summer.
A man live from hand to mouth has bought a drink for his dinner and shouted loud.
Be drunken and comes drizzling rain, inviting an streetwalker, stay all night long.
So, the rain is now coming down in earnest, I pretend as being caught as fish, and hop some bars.

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