2022年03月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 498th. week

It's snowing though, under her fur wearing, underarm odor having.
In the battlefield, only the good appears, in this movie.
From the bottom of a muddy place, looking back to, the next house I see.
There is, a book in me, I'm there.
Also the gaged, caught by the ears, the eight bells ringing.

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