Senryu (6)
Money isn’t all
In Bahrain people cry freedom
And they are not poor
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Open loo lid
I stubbornly dare my wife
When she’s away
It was my dream once
Reading morally correct poems
Am I a priest?
In our village
The priest has two sons
They call him padre
I must be serious
Is the inner life of oysters?
A worthy subject
Exiled Kaddafi
Can move into my garage
I need curtain materials.
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