Oh that I have lived
to witness this
the beauty
...
Outside the half shut
shutters
I am sure
...
'Oooooh he was so...young! '
she moaned.
'But I played it
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Crying for its mum
baby chrysanthemum's tears
bullied by wind...rain...
laughs now after sun shower
...
She looked down
her turned up nose
at him
...
Aghhhh...snik snick snak of
hospital scissors cutting
my leather jacket
from which emerges my arm
...
He was my guy from Guyana.
Meant to be
on a business course but of course
...
'NAKUPENDU WEWE! '
she smiled sweetly
but as she said it
...
The sea burst
into flames
turning up at the edges
...
With profuse apologies to Mr. Basho who in the Spring of maybe 1681/82 gave us this famous verse.
FURU IKE YA / KAWAZU TOBIKOMU / MIZU NO OTO
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