2016年03月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 203rd. week

My fetus, along the my thigh, on the run.
Of her tits, a ridge on the other side, having flied a kite.
From its white beard, going round and round, to make cotton candy.
Under your clothe, scarlet dots may be there, how many now? Or, Under your clothe, scarlet dots may be there, how old are you now?
To order the home delivery, on a break from betting, to have an affair with you. Or, o order the home delivery, on a break from eating soba without toppings, to have an affair with you.

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