2023年03月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 547th. week

On small hours, a bus quite empty, on the road.
Under my eye's below, a building collapses, in front of he parks.
The refuge in Buddhism, instead of a Kappa's, in the house of Leopard.
Before noon, composing a dodoitu, and stepping on a bamboo foot-massaging board. Or, before fart, composing a dodoitu, and stepping on a bamboo foot-massaging board.
A doxy gone, on comforting alone, in the night. Or, a doxy gone, on masturbating alone, in the night.

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