2016年05月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 211st. week

If my child he is, must pick up, a seed of podded peas.
To turn his head, axing kick, and raking on a kimono hanger.
The insects are, because of smashing tatamis, his being away it’s saying.
Before lunch time, rolling a pencil and, glasses make sounds.
To take revenge for my father’s, 100 years later, ask to a cup of tea.

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