2015年10月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days,the 181st. week

On the mainland, never ending grudge, to wander about. Or, on the mainland, boundless expanse of, his grudge wandering about.
The doll does, to open her mouth, "Mummy, I do" only speaking.
Numbers of falling my tests, to count now, two years for me.
The crane fly if he did, to spread out his legs, to reach the book I could.
For the body of his, waiting with her grudge, at the rest room.

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