2013年11月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 84th. week vol. 2

After a night shift, come and kill me, it is better for this winter.
For a lady's maid, be disconsolate, gets cold at her feet.
To crack a bottle, hardly to blend with sand, so I'm sobbing.
With his blowing a recorder, perform punk typically punk, by my pianica.
Spit it, scoop out so, sin my heart.

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