2016年04月13日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 208th. week week
A tip of a chicken wing, floating just only one, on the sea of cherry blossoms.
Her vein, having surfaced in blue, and crawled into her cleavage.
Its nuts, to try to snap, how flesh you know.
Being slapped, no way to right back at, besides no money to give back.
To get tired of swimming, on her belly of the girl called as Kame, playing fan tan. Or, to get tired of swimming, on her belly of the tortoise, playing fan tan.
composed by them.
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