2020年02月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 386th. week

For ultisols, lying still and waiting, the machine by hydraulic drive system.
Of the subject, his observations, resembling of me.
Even the world and his wife, of the person from the another planet, by affection being tied to.
Though having a way with words he is, at nine centi metrs from tip of his tongue, dripping with pus. Or, though having a way with words he is, and glibbing his tongue, dripping with pus at.
Even no confidence of he wins, making doves take to feeding, crying for today.

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