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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 298th. week

After biting my nose, for fingering, a North mahjong tile.
On a day losing a bet, after twice, my feet stamping thrice.
To look up, in the first tram, swaying straps.
In the summer night, fading out each other, black and crimson.
In a hurry, to him on the other end of the line, to give some warnings.

composed by them.

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