2022年09月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 521st. week

The who in a black robe, after kidnapping her, barking a laugh now. Or, the monk, after kidnapping her, barking a laugh now.
On the day of his last journey, like against the rules, playing with.
Beating a gong, your dishonor, to buy and collect for.
Taking the easy way out, just before the upslope, the pregnant sells.
Not only tow old actors there, also the beauty and the beast, just as stalking-horses are.

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