2018年11月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 343rd. week

Also I'll sing, not to allow, a song of yours.
A villain is, by a machete someone desert, taking on a joyride.
For a makeshift, that's good enough, tucking up the sleeves of hers.
It stop raining, at the bottom of misery, the night we laugh.
On Saturday, like oysters burnt, how I smell.

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