2018年04月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 311st. week

Brightly, on a barber's pole, blood of a hare.
Bathing on the noon, at loose ends, my nuts floating.
At dawn glowing light, on backing up, another two hours for.
Into the sun, leaving tow of them, shooting a movie.
And things like that the bonds of, the balance not possible to get, to get cut and fall.

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