| Road running straight ahead |
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| Heaven / doesn't kill me |
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| Nothing left of the house |
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| Dawn Cherries |
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| Who says my poems are poems? |
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| How admirable — the fine gentleman |
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| Frail, frail, lone-growing bamboo |
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| I found lodging |
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| Autumn chrysanthemums — / while they're at their best |
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| The Rays of the autumn moon |
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