2014年12月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 138th. week

Her tits shake up, whop whop whop, by the hopter.
Of a casual romance, in the name, to sell by weight.
At the wharf, to close two her fingers, a woman waiting for.
A plaintiff is there, followers and henchmans, a pig feces is. Or, modern Japanese language is, appreciation of Japanese classics and Chinese classics, of a pig feces.
To shave your ass, and catch a cold, snow is coming.

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