2020年07月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 408th. week

After grape picking, making a cyclops drink, getting drunk and drunk.
Over his shoulder, goading to kiss me, on a day like a vixen.
For his maiden work, casting all of his ideas into, like hodgepodge. Or, for his maiden dish, everything as ingredients. what hodgepodge he cooks.
After the screening play in all night, no one dies, he complains.
On the day of my beginning and departure, two persons on their artificial legs, and another with his crutch.

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