2015年09月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 177th. week

At a dosshouse, from there on her belly button, Toden Arakawa Line it goes.
Though seeing and falling love, hidden by her own hairs, her profile is.
Have finished to eat of all, for giving my name if you wanted, throwing my spoon.
Clack clack sounds from, at the bottom of a well, bones make. Or, clack clack sounds from, at the bottom of a well, bones note.
On an intermission, a grain of boiled rice to put on your butt, as your bento.

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