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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2022年11月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 533rd. week

Finding shelter with her, by his dear mistress, he was sold.
Senders of the love letter, misunderstood who, breaking an appointment for.
To stop up it, only forget, going to heaven too easily.
Said to be dreaming, behind his glass eye, the truth of.
On the porthole, the mask of a jester, keep a lookout in the night.

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2022年11月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 532nd. week

After her cursing, as a way of atonement for her sin, wearing flippers.
Uncertain, where the love has gone, into the box for oranges.
Of the dead beauty, crawling around her navel, a cochlea is.
A woman I familiar, a bruise in red, on her left thigh.
Of my niece, like a thong, chastity it is.

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2022年11月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 531st. week

The Sun goes down, only four feathers, should be enough for me.
Before I've gone, far way observing the hung down, cast-off skin of me it's.
In the kitchen, a racket there is, dinner for pasta I understand.
Later at night, Yesterday I also heard, calling Figaro.
On Chinese jump rope playing, the day abandoning his country, when the sun sets.

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2022年11月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days the 530th. week

Wearing her habit, behind an old nun's, a dagger shins with. Or, wearing her habit, an old nun behind me, a dagger shins with.
On his parting, exposed to her kisses, postponed due to rain.
Get sunburnt, with her coffin taking in, the aeroplane falls.
Which do you prefer, by a too-good-to-be-true offer, branded or damaged.
Cooped in the cage with, reproving as a leopardess, whipping her.

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2022年11月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 529th. week

After unfettered, to go, where I die.
What a sweet ass, from Saturn XVI Prometheus, the woman says. Or, what a sweet ass, from Saturn XVI Prometheus, saying toward the woman.
Two of the guards, for Yaobikuni who is the nun perpetual youth and longevity, waiting to arrive. Or, the sin and the death, for Yaobikuni who is the nun perpetual youth and longevity, waiting to arrive.
To taking her place, a motherless child, entrusted.
Looking into the tench, the veteran frightened, and a recruit laughs in scorn.

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2022年10月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 528th. week

Done that last night too, under the cargos, a woman escaping from Edo.
By his written message, to return his home, because of battery depletion.
Only the one, raising an objection for, a young male sex worker is.
Bitting off his tongue, cutting his hands and legs, and giving the breast to.
Finishing back his hip circle, by the idiocy king, chuckling laugh.

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2022年10月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 527th. week

Even if for the war, working in a nine-to five, volunteer there may be.
On gridlock, out of date it's, repenting for his love affairs.
Having his back to the wall, on the swinging pendulum, an assassin waits for.
Our company exectibes, becomes talkative, for saving his own neck defensiveness.
Reduced ashes it is, to know and sigh, for their December loves.

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2022年10月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 526th. week

In early summer cool light breezes, two of blobs in the empty house, swaying.
To the bottom of the sea, carrying a caudal fin on our backs, and heading to Fin-land.
Derricking, mooned, a duck is.
Behead me, just my sin it's, the shame of the state.
All of the stupidities, sitting silently at a meeting, for playing sanbaso dancing.

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2022年10月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 525th. week

The lover of him, by the will of his late father, now the sister-in law is.
Kissed all of sudden, sheep running over the fence, gridlocked.
In the absence of the star, only backseat players, merry are.
The prohibited strategy for, having been taught in advance, at a loss what to do.
Of the conjoined twins, laying on the glass in her garden, a pair of cerberuses.

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2022年09月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 524th. week

Toward to the tragedy, of a woman at the balcony, by her empty eyes.
My identity, beyond the mirror, a few of me there are.
Who can bring us to justice, beyond the universe, having our extramarital affair.
Caught in a shower, a friend from my childhood, getting wet still.
At Pont-cho, going under supporting the bakufu, performing a somersault.

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2022年09月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 523rd. week

Her emergence they say, as the souvenir, chrysalis' skin left.
From the window grill, staring far away, the full-moon rising.
An old couple is, one of the uninvited guests, and other a lion is.
On her bedside, of my dementia mother, a bloody billhook there.
Having compassion, beating he/she meat, the monoecious is.

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2022年09月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 522nd. week

Waiting for a sansuke the service staff of public bath, to feel cold after a bath, knowing the morning comes. Or, waiting for a sansuke the service staff of public bath, in the morning to feel cold after a bath, and buttocks.
As the leading actress, to know just for the occasion, wielding her whip on.
With tuberculosis, on a waste paper by her, blood in red.
In the meeting place for assignations, with cigar in her mouth, a girl with the smell of her armpits.
Just a typhoon it is, her loose hair fluttering with painful reluctance though, not to miss a chance to love she decides.

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2022年09月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 521st. week

The who in a black robe, after kidnapping her, barking a laugh now. Or, the monk, after kidnapping her, barking a laugh now.
On the day of his last journey, like against the rules, playing with.
Beating a gong, your dishonor, to buy and collect for.
Taking the easy way out, just before the upslope, the pregnant sells.
Not only tow old actors there, also the beauty and the beast, just as stalking-horses are.

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2022年08月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 520th. week

To follow the fellow, treated as sashimi garnish, his fiance is.
Be fooled, to know or not to know, a girl going mad knocking there.
Only a kid sister, foretelling on the last days of her brother, and holding a grudge.
Of Jennie from the bottle, having gotten a sniff from, the lid for her navel.
Shooting through it, instead of tears, spilled liquor from.

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2022年08月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 519th. week

In the doomsday, a pair of shoes, he buys.
Hand down a ruling though, can't understand, voices from heaven.
With a demon, taking her hand, under one umbrella.
A throw-in for you, one finger of someone, put it between buns.
With my sister-in-low, hoping to have a dream ridding, on the eggplant cow for carrying the spirit.

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2022年08月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 518th. week

On her departure, for the day the nephew , my love rival.
By the professional jester, talked a sad story, on bon festival penitence. Or, by the professional jester, deceived a sad story, on bon festival penitence.
On the night raising a rebellion, telling the one's dead, a foghorn calls.
In the bed camber, by double cast, until going into their ecstasies.
Having all to himself though, from the vessel, only overflowing. Or, having all to himself though, by small caliber of him, only overflowing.

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2022年08月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 517th. week

On the cooling box, one of them, braking.
A great deal, to know your dark side, Nanase Hita the telepath.
Under the blazing sun, even a dog detests, murder-suicide there. Or, under the blazing sun, even a dog taken along, murder-suicide there.
Dancing with demons, bag of his tricks and a gourd, dangling.
The gate of hell, becoming a suddenly blind, to know where is.

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2022年08月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 516th. week

Of the bathtub, on the edge a strand of hair was there, with the blood.
For covered with flames, the one putting on, wheelchairs arranged from.
About them at odds, as no concern of mine, an saddled horse standing.
Under the burning sun, an bucket carrying in his arms, an arsonist there.
For the croft, an watering put holding between his teeth, sounding the march. Or, for the croft, an watering put holding between his teeth, letting out a war whoop.

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2022年07月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 515th. week

His betrayals, as having his own monopoly, to earn money the man he is.
For attracting customers, the man her falling in love, under twilight. Or, for attracting customers, the man her falling in love, at the time encountering demons.
In their quarrel though, keeping their countenance each other, lay down their arms.
Because of a backroom deal, the heroine in every time though, on today as one of wallflowers she acts.
To the evil spirit, as no concern of him, fire a the shotgun at them.

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2022年07月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 514th. week

With my late wife, imitating Godzilla, The sea we go.
To the nurse, ask the name of roses, now I must. Or, to the nurse, ask "Il nome della rosa" is where, now I must.
Of balsam, seeds pop off, proving his fatal.
Alone on the surface of the moon, from my immortal, getting scared.
My master said, in 100 years ago, a girl just like you.

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