2018年01月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 301st. week

A red rod, to grip a bar underhand of, bodies of her finger.
With a feeling bad in the bath, white bubbles on, a few there.
By the knife, to draw eyes and to draw nose, and bread crust. Or, by the knife, to cut eyes and to cut nose, to make bread crust.
The end of this term comes, up to his neck he is, so to bend over.
At the corner of the temple, the numbers of funeral wreath, children count up to.

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