2015年06月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 166th. week

Their cotton buds, not to run out and leave, to do a moonlight flit.
Of Ryokan, in his kimono sleeve, "The Rape of the Lock" is there.
The Death alone, to get on, the train called Your Hope.
To make a proud gesture, Hongo to shield himself behind, and in a straight line. Or, about their arms to transform into Kamen Riders, Hongo extends lengthwise, Ichimonji lays sideways.
At the backstage, three sticks broken down, ants are there.

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