2014年10月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 128th. week vol. 2

No mother here is, to spilt a few specks of rice, the valley floor falling to.
To play peekaboo, pretending in joke, and cut off my head. Or, to performed no grandma I have, , pretending in joke, and cut off my head.
To see not to be allowed, to yearn for, to be writhing about.
On her thigh, lightly a flying squirrel comes down, whenever a night comes. Or, on her peach, lightly a flying squirrel comes down, whenever a night comes.
As a brute, only with Erlkonig, to drink along. Or, as a brute, with shochu Maou (means the Devil) to drink along.

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