2015年09月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 176th. week

A dancer making up as a torioi, trying to follow with her eyes, just only to see her chin.
By his split, on the dark side, to bloom it's nice. Or, by his split, on the saddle, to tear it's also nice.
To keep her sitting, of the dancer, to try to break three legs.
A few days before month-end, like the tsuyuharai of sumo, a sprinkler has gone.
Also a back door man, to run for his life, by the pendulum.

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