2016年06月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 218th. week

To clear the soroban, whether or not, make it restart.
On Father's Day, on the plea of to do, pull hairs out of my nostrils.
To starboard, the duck tales go, under downwind.
Being already hard to break up, because of dressing your hair, too hard to tear myself from you.
Shaved ice served, during having melted, the high‐necked she wear I see.

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