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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 531st. week

The Sun goes down, only four feathers, should be enough for me.
Before I've gone, far way observing the hung down, cast-off skin of me it's.
In the kitchen, a racket there is, dinner for pasta I understand.
Later at night, Yesterday I also heard, calling Figaro.
On Chinese jump rope playing, the day abandoning his country, when the sun sets.

composed by them.

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