2012年10月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 27th. week

At the garden there are petrified people, except Medousa combing.
To run away from home, and sing to the sky "Mack The Knife".
After discussion all night long, (we could not come to the conclusion,) so we will talking about it other day.
What shall I do, there is a thorn in his words which he moans.
To prove for my love, when I prize open your mouth and spit at.

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