2014年09月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 127th. week vol. 1

At the head of a slope, showing the way, to the day after tomorrow. Or, at the head of a slope, showing the way, never no where we should go.
To hear from a linen closet, only to badger somebody for, by raising the voice loud and raucously.
Silently, the big black, he here comes.
To seem like flowers, a girl looking into, her christmas here comes.
A cold sweat break into, tablets should be swallowed increase in, summer has gone I know.

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