2015年01月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 145th. week vol. 1

A bomb thrown away into the wall.
Before having grown up to be, the face to be blushed, to change the sex on legal.
Without the hips, like an woman, to make fun of me. Or, to have no tensions, like an woman, to make fun of me.
A body by roadkill, from the lintel, to hang.
On the wind, flying far a way my wife, and mustard paste are.

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