2023年12月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 628th. week

Now I'll make dinner, like for Sir John Falstaff, as your midnight snack.
The first train isn't it, of the thieves, in parting.
As fluttering snow is, for the night in December, the palimony to.
By self-castration, blooming in red, as a water flower.
A lean dog, purse with no money, holding in his mouth and go.

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