2018年09月26日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 335th. week
The snake, one of his pupils in crimson, to be stared.
The convict, at this late in the game, to preach we should trust.
Even this child, a few of he has, the secret of secrets.
The wooden clappers, on beating, sparks come flying.
Being stunned, the man looking up, sitting square.
composed by them.
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