2021年02月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 438th. week

On the epitaph, being engraved, my name is.
By the staff officer, into question weighing the ability, be order his death.
With a smile, ahead of a ball followed, the evil spirit waiting.
Not to be a cornered mouth, other of the two selections consicer, hesitate and die.
A lonely goose there, with egg shells, and an islet floats. Or, a lonely goose there, like as egg shells, an islet floats.

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