2025年12月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 699th. week

The jellied fish of, same as at the lunatic asylum, takes like.
Toward up a hill, call her yo-ho, making fool myself. Or, toward up a hill, call her yo-ho, to find a stupid girl.
Of daddies, picking up the dreams, and in my pocket.
By the days of the month ending five or zero, fluttering down, the landlords is.
The skinny frog, wrapping a bleached cloth around, to carrying a fish-preparer under cover.

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