2025年12月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 700th. week

Residing in Denver, of the youngest daughter, wisdom tooth (how about).
At the station hotel, the man fired up, is there.
Com poppy, of the fire fighter, in his heart don't you. Or, foolish flower, of the crush outer, in his heart don't you.
From the washing area, of biting into takuans, the sound I hear.
At the Isarago, like a sailing ship, to do a moonlight flit.

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