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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2018年02月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 302nd. week

One of tails there, a rolling ball, where it goes. Or, one of axes there, a rolling ball, where it goes.
It's snowing, only one, sing a song.
Still far away spring, in the mirror, flower's laughing. Or, still far away spring, in the mirror, just mocking.
The rascals are, of the house next door, knocking on the door.
The book to peruse, not to see the prince of darkness, to ask his true name.

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2018年01月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 301st. week

A red rod, to grip a bar underhand of, bodies of her finger.
With a feeling bad in the bath, white bubbles on, a few there.
By the knife, to draw eyes and to draw nose, and bread crust. Or, by the knife, to cut eyes and to cut nose, to make bread crust.
The end of this term comes, up to his neck he is, so to bend over.
At the corner of the temple, the numbers of funeral wreath, children count up to.

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2018年01月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 300th. week

With blond hair, to get pale, black clothes he's wearing.
On a snow day, to wave a red flag, how the boys do.
A piece of origami, for millennia and millennia, to tear and throw.
Only two of them, left them defenseless, arm-in-arm they are.
About his wisdom tooth, in the back of, Adam's apple is waiting.

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2018年01月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 299th. week

Running out of options, it's called, on the hill.
Uncertain it's, communing with, like a comparing to.
For the festival of seven herbs, three your nails, be turn off.
An albatross, to nitpick, in a dream.
And a washing machine, a futon dryer, their sounds made by.

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2018年01月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 298th. week

After biting my nose, for fingering, a North mahjong tile.
On a day losing a bet, after twice, my feet stamping thrice.
To look up, in the first tram, swaying straps.
In the summer night, fading out each other, black and crimson.
In a hurry, to him on the other end of the line, to give some warnings.

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2018年01月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 297th. week

Of a black rotary-dial telephone, to draw spirals, feeling confined it's.
Rain in the winter, her bending tits, towards under the navel.
With their umbrellas, parents all those present, dated there are,
To come up with the goods, wearing swimsuit and act as the corpse, and then.
To notice after, his canine teeth pulled out, a female blood on.

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2017年12月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 296th. week

In gracious, of an old woman sitting to stay there, to shave her face.
In the new year beginning, on the black drum, to put the skin greedy.
A blue line, even a red line, to fade away it's only.
By her slender figure, for heated persons, spring will come.
A comb made from Japanese box, while standing to lack teeth of, to talk about our love.

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2017年12月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 295th. week

From being bustle, to get away far, an ambulance stays.
At the dingy, knocking the door, to be in a slump.
By yellow patrinia, wet on my middle finger, at the third of.
To get into a fight, tasting sea mustard only, in drinking miso soup.
On the last work day for me, to pile up the drums, for tipping.

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2017年12月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 294th. week

A star makes a circle, until Kawari laughing, the day will come.
A belly laughing, at the edge of a trap cellar, to hear leaking noise.
The back of an ema the small wooden plaques for pray, of an woman of my acquaintance, written down her name. Or, the hatred on an ema the small wooden plaques for pray, of an woman of my acquaintance, written down her name too.
Only alone a princess, in the end of sobbing, to leave the ship. Or, only alone a princess, in the end of sobbing, the ship moors.
To prove your innocence, to break one of the dishes or so, enough it might be.

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2017年12月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 293rd. week

You next to me, a woman if you were, it still better than.
From tonight, in a mirror I'm not to be reflected, to remain in a state.
At the corner in the alley, to turn, sucked in a vacuum cleaner we are.
The yobidashi to call sumo wrestlers, and to open his handed fan, losing his voice.
Of the Grim Reaper, the obituary to be told, running away for his life,

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2017年11月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 292nd. week

Like putting the cart before the horse, a pine set upside down, hairs grow.
Flushed in madder red, at a wing of the lavatory, a fruit fly waiting.
To repeat what his said, like the way to let down her hair, telling a lie.
Of Oberton, because of making light, in case of playing on the flute.
At the last moment, to chop green onion, using as nourishment.

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2017年11月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 291st. week

By breaking up, to be cracked in two, pieces of chinsuko Okinawa sweet.
Of her social standing, on getting above herself, a vampire comes.
Having a fit of coughing, also on my fingers, green laver sticks.
To draw lots, only remaining two or three, I'm sure it must be.
In a hurry, behind a hare, to pull out the chair.

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2017年11月15日

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Not learn her lesson again, wanting to join hands with me, a girl is.
On Kewaizaka a sloping road, to be put down over there, a parasol is.
Only black key, lick and suck, playing in C major.
After yawning, to slouch, and greet in excessively polite.
The sad news to be told, scissors falls down, and stick on the floor.

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2017年11月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 289th. week

After five minutes, the bell finished to ring, who the criminal.
An object capable of attracting spirits also, to be reduced to ashes it's said, a vampire does.
A son like his father, to set a meal set before him, to bear up.
Also cold wintry wind, on back of her hand to count on the fingers, November has come.
Miso soup gets cold, one piece of wheat gluten, to increased volume.

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2017年11月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 288th. week

Dinosaur and tanks, in a straight line. the king has gone,
By pouring rain, of the people come to pick up them, their umbrellas like puckering up the lips.
After having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being tapped my shoulder. Or, after having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being told no longer necessary.
In a court, to sweat, two of them just only.
To do a staring contest, of my frequent rest room, at the back door.

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2017年10月27日

Que Sera


the song "Que Sera" from the album "Live By The Words" by Justice Crew
you can read the texts inspired by

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2017年10月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 287th. week

On a podium, rests stand in line, to turn red with anger.
Behind closed doors, two of my secrets, having lost.
To tarnish my own twilight years, how much is it worth, to catch at a straw.
Of the urethra, on the endless road, to walk down the same road.
On the back of a sheep, Of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring. Or, to load a sheep, of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring.

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2017年10月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 286th. week

On October, to wash the rain, a rainbow getting wet.
A purple moon, to come up because of, trying to fugitive.
On the beach, for a woman to see him off, the flowers come out. Or, on the beach, for a woman to see him off, flower fence are there.
Under the paper moon, far away, Asian royal fern grows.
On the beach wind, by the girls swinging their tits, being shaken down.

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2017年10月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 285th. week

To be completely beaten, after bathing, eaten as sliced and pickled octopus.
To blow my nose, a empty sprayer, hovering in the skies.
For my handkerchief, to remains of this summer, because of your collarbones.
To our final farewell, in the name of, telling a lie each other.
In spite of, to default on his debt, to be loved all the more.

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2017年10月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 284th. week

Three days ago, to turn my back to the witch, to yearn for her.
To start for the loo, down the long passage,to the other side.
Even autumn rain drizzles, two frogs are, a disgrace to.
Hearing sound of stewing, warming the vessel containing it in hot water by, warped red chopsticks are.
On her chin, to look for a mole, loose hairs swing.

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