2020年04月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 398th. week

A dog had run away, fasten by a leash, since two days also.
In Indigo, on trying to paint, her brow shaped like Mt. Fuji.
Before obon festival, your clog thong I want to be, the day comes.
In the box (on telecommuting), like on telling your lie, the voice I heard.
On corpses, to trample and go, a male geisha will.

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