Haiku to My Beloved Los Angeles on a Grey Morning
I know you’re out there,
You fog-shrouded, sexy tease.
Show a little skin.
Haiku to My Beloved Los Angeles on a Grey Morning
I know you’re out there,
You fog-shrouded, sexy tease.
Show a little skin.
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