2018年01月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 299th. week

Running out of options, it's called, on the hill.
Uncertain it's, communing with, like a comparing to.
For the festival of seven herbs, three your nails, be turn off.
An albatross, to nitpick, in a dream.
And a washing machine, a futon dryer, their sounds made by.

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