2019年05月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 348th. week

Of his dominant hand, robbed the work, inconsistent it's. Or, of his dominant hand, robbed the work, one hand falling.
A red hair dog, shaking his head we cannot see, you're wrong he says.
By my first grandchild, to be cut with scissors, hime cut it's.
Between the famous stores, chirping on the valley of, having hardly any customers.
How many months and years, to live long he wants, My uncle is the king.

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