617.
I said, dear master,
Should I be a beard barber,
A growth industry.
618.
She rolled hazel eyes
From her enlightenment’s height,
And took my new pipe.
617.
I said, dear master,
Should I be a beard barber,
A growth industry.
618.
She rolled hazel eyes
From her enlightenment’s height,
And took my new pipe.
Lovely Haikus 🙂
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