2020年03月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 390th. week

Mr. O, growing his beard, and becoming Q.
At the three-forked road, you choose the right, backward I walk. Or, at the three-forked road, you choose the right, backward your lacquey walks.
Being frozen, in the corrider, an imp crying.
Under the disease have spread, with a Thaddeus for me, it ends well.
To shrink myself, like a feeling, smaller to smaller I'll be.

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