2025年10月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 691st. week

Hello child, to say and hold the kid in his arms, and apply kuruma-nage move.
To visit him (in Jail), a woman to go, I driving her.
On the edge of a bathtub, in agony, a land cruiser is.
The helm of, she taking it in her hand, and The hebi-onna (laughs).
In my viewing, an insensitive fellow, with a windsock. Or, in my viewing, a strange tree from China, with a windsock.

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2025年10月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 690th. week

Getting preggers, a unknown woman, told by.
Be cleared of, the neighbor goes back, where there is dark windows.
On my summer holidays, to put the bite on my parents, for having her abortion.
To hightail, with a driver for receipt of, love for fall.
For attracting customers, a square peg, wearing a red bandolier across his shoulder.

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2025年09月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 689th. week

For the children's association, playing bucket brigade, with grenades. Or, a children they are, playing bucket brigade, with grenades.
To get mineral depoists, by geisha-girl in hot-spring resort, being terribly busy.
On our peak time, just giving a divine message, she went back.
The spot taken aim, on behind, flowers fall.
After drinking like fish, with a five years son, playing stone skipping. Or, after drinking like fish, with a son　of my second wife, playing stone skipping.

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2025年09月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 688th. week

Before the tablet of the deceased, tsukudani of nori offered, my night owl licked.
In the morning of turning myself in, by the doing of my dog, to plead at I can't.
At the cremation in Toribeyama, of my elder sister cremated, one of the calves.
At the ruined house, sending aa telegram to, a little raccoon dog is.
To take their minds off being hungry, wandering, two of Miyukis also.

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2025年09月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 687th. week

Without the devil, of his good old wife, keeping under her thumb. Or, innocentely, of his good old wife, keeping under her thumb.
On his intravenous drip, single feather of a peafowl, to put a vase for.
After the rain, almost holding his head up, (a doll of) the emperor was. Or, after the rain, almost holding his head up, the representative was.
Three months before, to make the monk vomit, a woman of him she is. Or, three months before, lost her virginity, a girl burn cut may be.
Take a peek, the other side of her groin, he worships at.

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2025年09月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 686th. week

Of a sargeant, the right hand pluck off, holding under her arm.
Peach chestnut, while at it and one more, to take away.
With orphans, by holding bananas, running around in confusion. Or, with orphans, by holding bananas, goes in one and out the other.
A kappa admire, climbing out of the water, human's balls inside their anus.
To the whaler, to forget loading, ricefish's feed.

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2025年08月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 685th. week

The dirt poor, to wipe by a white cloth, molding into.
Kṣitigarbha, by one sheet of paper, becoming as the king. Or, Kṣitigarbha, by one sheet of paper, make him agree.
On our collection day, one of the dancers, to stock up on.
Three months left, to realize the nights, babies comes.
For the one horn, not helpful, a translation device there is. Or, with a horn, not helpful, a translation device there is.

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2025年08月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 684th. week

For a rise my rank, to have our cups after another, with the paramour.
Just a bull-scare, your duty it is, for you a soldier. Or, just a bull-scare, your duty it is, soldiers run away.
A manju, in his mouth and run away, a non-drunker only.
To chomp down, not to be shrewd, for beating the heat.
Dangerous it seems, the news from the public health center, I received.

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2025年08月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 683rd. week

Of Tropics, on the northern and the southern, to fold in three.
Which one? or toy blocks, or a passenger car.
In lavatory is she, three of her familiars, getting down on their knees.
A raw egg poured, of a woman taken her clothes off, on her bay window. Or, eat it with raw egg poured, after taking off her clothes, with to see her bay window.
Failing to kill himself, on corner of a cake of tofu, three pieces of his hair.

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2025年08月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 682nd. week

Coming to the wrong place, visiting with knowledge of, working for the company. Or, coming to the wrong place, visiting to summon, working for the company.
In the jungle, losing our way, to step back.
To the dug-in, like a swing swings, creaky sounds I hear.
A kuunyan - girl, holding a twig up, leads way Or, a kuunyan - girl, holding a twig up, eggs on.
A maize, to split in two after, having a quarrel.

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2025年07月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 681st. week

My misstep it is, returning her smile, with the head off.
About the battle, deaf years as far as, concerned, the duchesse is. Or, about the public bath, , deaf years as far as, concerned, the duchesse is.
A maiden gone, with her laundry basket, swaying in the wind. Or, a maiden gone, in her laundry basket, swaying in the wind.
In rainbow colour, of a tongue in a cockatoo, slices washed in cold water. Or, in rainbow colour, of a tongue in a ohmu, slices washed in cold water. Otherwise, rainbow colur what is, of a tongue in a cockatoo, slices washed in cold water.
In Omagari, standing alone there, a Hell's mechanical beasts is. Or, turning a big curve, standing alone there, a Hell's mechanical beasts is.

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2025年07月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 680th. week

By muddy water, swallowed and went out, their greedy. Or, by muddy water, swallowed and went out, into the greedy river.
A curry bowl, of the vanishing point, the other side on.
A pig squeals, pulling an all nighter for knitting, in my carry-all bag. Or, no pork in, pulling an all nighter for knitting, in my carry-all bag.
Of the tofu shop, Ken-chan run rampaged, so mashed tofu salad for our supper.
She sinks, easy laughing each other to see, with the captain and the first officer.

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2025年07月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 679th. week

The alarm, wanted to be lifted, on our bottom of the fifth inning.
On gazing upward to, its condition pinched in, like a lattice tower.
Of the famous store, a pole for noren, broken the day it is.
An aftershock isn't it, no making broken down, our hiyayakko.
Of barium, only taste remembering, and going home.

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2025年07月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 678th. week

Going on humanity, just a little off of there is, an animal trail.
Who cares, to blow on a whistle, picking after.
To brag about, calling his hole card, making her taking off all.
The order-taker, to the captain on the tree, taking leave of.
To the sprinkling of water in, not to know where, peeing myself.

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2025年07月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 677th. week

To be named if you want, treated unkindly, in the farm we are.
In the cellar, a wooden fish alone, the sound of beating we hear.
My choice this is, of women in the brothel, to receive applause.
On coming to a T, having become to me, a Hariri is.
In the heat of a day, brewing the lukewarm, a hand also dozes.

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2025年06月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 676th. week

Shears for sewing, of a female procuring, on her knees.
Obstinate how he was, on the apples, a skull of him there.
After cleaning, on a small window at, an artificial arm left.
A gourd, to debar laying down, morning after drink comes.
To crescendo, back of sonar sounds I hear, a singer must be.

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2025年06月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 675th. week

Through the desert Making journey, like a hero wannabe, with a midget.
The daddy the little, barely escape with the life, finally to make the bow.
Breaking Into, already the previous visitors, in Osaka having backed.
His master gone, Tochi-no-Arashi the dog has, a mole around his lips.
To live within her means, not to know so, by using her sexual charm.

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2025年06月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 674th. week

On the evening twilight time, climbing down on the eave, a water drop falls.
It is said that it dreams, at the bottom of waste oil, a pearl there is.
What is one its mind, large on the screen, one eye is shown.
Of the red-light district, cozy at the roadside, a travelers' guardian deity stands.
Pieces of red paper, or pieces of blue following, swirling are.

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2025年06月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 673rd. week

On her chest, a shining salmon, dazzled he is.
For money, how many ships, he made fonder.
By lupe, already unnecessary, for his name discovering on a ranking list.
To make inroads, shorting three like monkeys, an alien is.
The shifting votes, going with the flow, just before still water. Or, a buoy set tough, going with the flow, just before still water.

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2025年05月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 672nd. week

Frogs are croaking, like bamboo shoots after the rain, his phimosis does. Or, frogs are croaking, as spring up mushrooms, their phimosis does.
The hairy thing, the monster I defeated, my mother it was.
For scramble to escape, of a crazy bull, as outrider.
At an accident site, cannot believe his eyes, a flasher even unit does.
On the day for an assassination, the third for his artificial hands it is, of the tank commander.

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