2017年05月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 263rd. week

Of warm jet, at an outlet, the rainy season begins.
A statesman also, going to the bathroom, to read a letter.
At a noodle restaurant, talking about my justice, the golden age is mine. Or, at a noodle restaurant, swindling as if justice, the golden age is mine.
A raccoon dog, like old‐fashioned blues, singing.
In a disposable shopping bag, same as a freshly severed head of, to weigh.

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