2017年11月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 288th. week

Dinosaur and tanks, in a straight line. the king has gone,
By pouring rain, of the people come to pick up them, their umbrellas like puckering up the lips.
After having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being tapped my shoulder. Or, after having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being told no longer necessary.
In a court, to sweat, two of them just only.
To do a staring contest, of my frequent rest room, at the back door.

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