2013年08月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 68th. week

"No longer be termed postwar" otherwise, today will be the day.
Taking care of no being kicked by, on the bed, to wipe a sole of her feet.
Only your heroism because of much ado about nothing, throw to the stage, your bunches of flowers. Or, only your heroism because of much ado about nothing, still less on the stage.
In the afterglow, a ping echoing to, mourning to the Jupiter.
In my body also, a plastic bag of the convenience store, in which welsh onions there are.

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