2020年01月29日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 385th. week
A palm of the hand, for whom no one will mourn, the corpse of.
A crab comes, where the barber is, for a notice.
Basking in the sun, inbetween of two Fucyus, at the garden.
Saying I'll die, being one lap behind, the day has come.
How so sweet it's, like a nanny of, your breast.
composed by them.
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