2014年07月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 116th. week vol. 1

Before morning comes, three moons rising, of this planet.
To flush a toilet, a flog in it, moanin' to croak.
A homeless, pick a sea snail, and make it his home. Or, a homeless, pick a sea snail, where he regards as his house at.
Of who staggers, to trace the face of an woman, day after day.Or, of who has an affair, to trace the face of an woman, day after day.
Tits what is, to say it, how glad to me. Or, with tits, to get into my mouth, how glad to me.

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