2013年10月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 79th. week vol. 1

Dividing cells in you, asleep or awake, a headache for me.
Even if my father and mother, not having seen them at all, in cold autumn. Or, though out of the mouth comes evil, it is said, my father and mother never come.
A traveler from the one of Aesop's Fables, to hear that it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good, so he cannot understand his situation.
In a photo flame, to fall in love with the deceased, at an estate sale.
How tough it is, a lizard's tail, and to grasp and release a fart to your nose.

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