2013年06月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 61st. week vol. 2

All night long, grumbling about something or other, an aedes flies.
Children of whitebait to be reproachful, being an active leader of it is. Or, a child of the albino's to be reproachful, being an active leader of it is.
A rib, to break and hear the sound of, 80% full in charge.
In my dream, the woman where I see, sings the blues with hew sorrow.
Drive a fly away, with an air of innocence, to get on a cuspidor.

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