2020年12月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 433rd. week

Pushing aside, on the narrow road to pursue, at a hair whorl having arrived.
A pile of cards, after shuffling, your fortune to tell.
About my love, the next day it becomes, falling through.
Out with you, for the small boat about the order of the seats, exchanging blows each other.
With tweezers, a bodkin and, my wife there are.

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