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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 338th. week

My father says, believe me, of yesterdays.
Of her ankle, taking the whiff, to shave her shin.
Stars in the eyes and a mole, drawing, to finish making the face.
Raising the right arm, of her, the armpit there is.
Of a promise written down, crumpling up into a ball , to throw into a wastebasket

composed by them.

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