The poet was not so old.
longed, however, preside
the desktop. But he had no disciples.
belonged not to cultivate patience
green.
He believed that truth
sprout out of his mouth when he had drunk enough.
"My war was expected," said Ran,
judgmental, clutching his glass of sake. Ran
account a haiku how
uploaded to another soldier who was bleeding:
and tells her shoulders shaking.
Dann's insolence is too much:
rebuke to the old unworthy.
sitting there on his throne without a kingdom, again
drunken battle against ghosts.
His first line is useless without a rear
, because no one follows. Dann
make the same mistake twice
but still believes he was right.
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