2025年07月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 677th. week

To be named if you want, treated unkindly, in the farm we are.
In the cellar, a wooden fish alone, the sound of beating we hear.
My choice this is, of women in the brothel, to receive applause.
On coming to a T, having become to me, a Hariri is.
In the heat of a day, brewing the lukewarm, a hand also dozes.

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