2014年10月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 128th. week vol. 1

How lukewarm it is, straphang on hang, and vomit there. Or, how lukewarm it is, a hand with straphang, and vomit to.
Just out of the bath, never mind the bollocks, here's the earthquake coming.
The river none get an allow to cross there, to build a bridge across over.
In the presence an old broad, in a flash, and to be undone your shoelaces. Or, for revenge before going to a racetrack, in a flash, and to be undone your shoelaces.
To be soaked and washed, the calm before the storm in a Japanese teacup, there is.

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