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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2019年07月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 357th. week

To insert my finger into, cotton wadding like bowel, my pillow held.
Knocking on a door I heard, on Sunday morning, at 9 am.
Binding her hands behind, a woman holding a gun, the silencer.
Even for his dearest wish, abandoned halfway through, castrated he was.
Drawing hisself up though, by broken the clockwork of, his right artificial hands is.

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2019年07月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 356th. week

After drawing death, branching into three, a boat made of cucumber.
Also a bird skewed, to fly, under the blue moon.
Of six colours, buying crayons, twelve colours she gets.
Because of unjustified, her eye balls and double tooth, made be uncovered.
A body donation, aimless to waiting, the doctor has.

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2019年07月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 355th. week

Stretching out on, to call on the phone, serious situation for talking about.
With the young lady, each time visiting, different sofa we sit.
To admire, the time for waiting has passed, about you coming across my mind.
Blowed out which was, grouping the brain, looking for his dreams.
For a straw rope, on her face of the sacrifice, with a smile.

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2019年06月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 354th. week

To cock your ears, whose over there, the eyebrows I praise.
At the next room, by the pillow talk, to shut my book.
A day alone, said to hang out washing, also raining waiting.
With a kitten, bits of glass, to bury on the wall.
Casting down her eyes furthermore, pretending to classify the peas, on chahan.

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2019年06月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 353rd. week

Feeling intimidated, in her room, resin like dirt still there.
Funamushi, a woman in Nanso Satomi Hakkenden, staring below, a tree frog is. Or, a sea roach, staring below, a tree frog is.
Of the children, handles of their bags, something strange tangled up.
To slip into obscurity, under the bed sheets, red string of fate.
His late mother, instead of his father, a stone to set. Or, his late mother, instead of her breast‐fed, a stone to set.

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2019年06月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 352nd. week

For silently at a meeting, to sit and line up, and cut in four. Or, necks of gooses, to set and line up, and cut in four.
Spilled coffee, after three days, have gotten a stain. Or, spilled coffee, at third day, to became late.
At rise of the moon, one of the glasses, in a room for confining him.
Calling a kitty, at front edge of entranceway floor, to put a recorder.
Lower abdomen, drops of her milk, a few on.

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2019年06月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 351st. week

Blue hairs, lower than my waste, tearing out.
Before bathing, hiding her mammaries, a one-armed woman.
Because of you are, come to kill me, no matter how you will.
Even if babies, awake and scare, at the dawn.
No matter it does, also insects which crawling on the grounds, tagger I'm here in the sound of clap.

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2019年05月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 350th. week

About murderous intent, so little he says, drawing a circle.
After her bath, split finely into hers, simmering in cream for.
Licking fingers, as of the end of, on also today he says.
Me all of them, Pointing towards and laughing, in the summer garage.
That woman, hidden her own arm, to be at loss.

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2019年05月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 349th. week

On fringes of the hair, red dying my hair, free time I have.
A black curtain, darker furthermore to be, It's a fine day in May.
The plate for a kamaboko, two dry cells, to make incorporate on.
On raising my eye's, at a crosspiece of in the restroom stall, Bleeding in black.
On e.o.m., quite empty, ten graves are. Or, on e.o.m., quite empty, graves for free.

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2019年05月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 348th. week

Of his dominant hand, robbed the work, inconsistent it's. Or, of his dominant hand, robbed the work, one hand falling.
A red hair dog, shaking his head we cannot see, you're wrong he says.
By my first grandchild, to be cut with scissors, hime cut it's.
Between the famous stores, chirping on the valley of, having hardly any customers.
How many months and years, to live long he wants, My uncle is the king.

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2019年05月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 347th. week

In the box, no one knows, my elder brother there.
As manure, turning upside down for planting, thighbone into.
Dancing in the air, elder sister of the twins, grown into a woman.
Also you harmonize, a midget composing a poem, his voice how dark.
God of thunder also, three days late so, having our back to the wall.

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2019年05月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 346th week

Hearing tell of, clothes of a clown, how heavy it is.
Of the spider man, on making his threads, on carotid artery he looks.
Waking days they are, when holidays have, their breaking days.
To have a family quarrel, even if you except, that's for children.
Try to rick, on the desk, a drop of her slaver.

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2019年04月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 345th. week

At an Ice shop, lacking the finishing touch, tepid water I have.
The mediocrity, to make his influence, getting the generations of his grandchildren.
Under the night light, the wayside pebble, to acknowledge the value of. Or, the night light, the wayside pebble, to acknowledge the value of.
On rewinding, thread of memories, scorched colour on.
From the steeple, surveying far away, an eye of the cadaver.

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2019年04月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 344th. week

From that day, to hang himself, for striking a bell.
On taking off her clothes, like my mother, a nipple of hers.
Under the blue sky, on the day nothing to do, a bird fallin'. Or, In the blue sky, no abnormalities for the sun, a bird fallin'.
Also my grandson there, having eaten subhumans, on the day. Or, Also its grandson it has, having eaten subhumans, on the day.
And a gutter, her funeral makeup, in the night run.

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2019年04月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 343rd. week

Phones ring, cannot get up and walk away, a reason why there is.
After a bath, the sandman who should visit, waiting for.
To rattle your jewelry, for watching them, having no enough times.
If hang down, with a hungry look, a white mouth there.
To find the depth of water, a goblin at downstairs, choked with tears.

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2019年04月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 342nd. week

Of a photographer, on taking a photo of his, how ashamed.
To gag her, the sound of a shihsi-odoshi, I hear.
Three days I've in, a straitjacket, for sun drying.
To make tea, under her smile, skinny chest there.
On the other day, like crocodilians have, also decayed tooth.

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2019年03月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 341st. week vol. 2

At the edge of the mountain, a monkey picking fleas, on the nape of the neck on another.
With a self-righting doll, from standing in a line, zombies are.
Being full, at a page so looking up, to take command.
To being in a hurry, a wallet not necessary, she steals.
Even if it's cold, only a naked man with, approving of.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 341st. week vol. 1

Being full view, from the south side of the sumo ring, how reproachful for me.
By the evil sprit, a man stolen his lover, a song for sung.
A magician does, with a vicious look, a beam looking daggers at.
The spirits of the war dead. like making welcome, a woman rising from.
On a next seat, a China girl, sticking a needle to.

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2019年03月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 340th. week

Waiting for the moon, for killing time, to restart it.
The footsteps, missing to recording for, to take by surprise.
For using a hand of a cat, having no times, an urodele man does.
The undead does, blowing down a chest of drawers, for wasted their way.
Having the time of waiting for, to be just doing your job, to keep it in mind.

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2019年03月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 359th. week

Getting hold of a rod, by her overhand grip, to touch my fingers on.
On this occasion, a commendable thing, trying to say.
From an eye of a corpse, left up in the air, a beetle is.
Winkles twisted, to press out, eight-map space we get.
To smear with blood, in the bottom of a pot, laughing his face seen,

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