2013年02月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week vol. 3

"It's my wife" is boiled by my fingers, "and it's my life" on the spoon.
On my waking, by the shredder, shredding my f***er.
A picture of "The Virgin and the Child", on assassinating, turned over.
Removing the parsley, on the ketchup, when we eat omurice, a kind of Japanese dishes, rice covered by omelette.
The man who had not be able to be E. T. A. Hoffmann, wrote "Das Unheimliche" about the novel "Der Sandmann".

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