2015年07月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 167th. week

Terrestrial television, to split in two, and to try to taste.
Morning glory, to make climbing up the well-bucket, and whips come down.
Thin soy sauce, a dip into, your opened mouth.
Of Ophelia, her train trawlin', dreams of shellfishes.
To have murdered, to pick up a dice and go back to his start point.

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