2016年08月17日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 225th. week
A light goes out, over a chamber pot, crying to wait.
Every time I renew contract, I wonder, worried about this roof.
On her left hand, dyeing "Kirihito", and she laughs.
A vacuum cleaner, to be raped, play a whistle it can.
Bon Festival has over, a letter not to send, to throw it into a wastebasket.
composed by them.
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