2014年12月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 139th. week

These ruled lines, to walk along, on a narrow way.
Clouds in winter, to pretend to finish, year-end cleanup today. Or, a spider in winter, to pretend to send away, year-end cleanup today.
No way to do, out of a lavatory, water glows hot.
A spoon, thrown away to be regarded, a boomerang it must be. Or, to throw in the towel, I think so but, never ended it has.
Before landing, to write down with a space, and I fart.

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