2017年01月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 245th. week

Under winter's sunshine, to keep a padded kimono wearing, to raise his voice loud and raucously.
The little dog, to sit and crunch, balls of him.
Just it's a dropout, La Belle et la Bete, and in betweens.
That girl is, her armpits so sweet, her tongue also crawls well. Or, that girl is, having weak defenses, so my tongue also crawls well.
On a kitchen knife, in the middle of putting an edge, bells ring.

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