2021年02月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 441st. week

Being impatient yours, in an earthenware jar under the earth, ambitions like.
With liverleaf, a sneeze here comes, under the sky in this spring.
To pursue birds, a woman persuade I should, losing sight of.
An woman has a tail, on darning a sock, looking around.
By spring thunder, my filth on the collars I find, trying to lick. Or, so spring has come, my filth on the collars I find, trying to lick.

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