2015年09月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 180th. week

With the wife as the back door man, showing the back view, a mechanical fan is.
At Suminoe, to be ride isn't it, a triple circle. Or, on the ink wash painting, to be ride isn't it, a triple circle by red.
To untie obi, about your sphincter to loosen, the time has come.
To raise his head like a serpent, with this sousaphone, I fight.
Of A Fukusuke-doll, In the shine on the forehead, feces of flies are there.

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