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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 473rd. week

The detective, having been led around by her nose, gets taste.
By a kite string, being in the same boat, not a spider's.
For her husband, only in the letters, showing her colors.
A poisonous insect, the married eating happily, and departed their last journey.
What you should run, for a jewel, not a light.

composed by them.

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