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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2020年09月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 419th. week

To the dwarf, asking the name of his wife, on our lunch time.
By a compass, hoping to stick, in the eye it's Just.
She is a woman, her mouth where should be, on the day decided it's.
Until higan, touching the heart to the core and, mackerel sky to see.
Against his will though, on the upper the lips, setting his chopsticks.

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2020年09月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 418th. week

Of him, imitating the way of reciting, talking on the street. Or, of him, imitating the way of reciting, for swindling on the street.
A lesser cuckoo, into the tiger cub laying an egg, for her brood parasites.
The man is like, spilling his wine, to badger a woman.
Into the window looking a daughter brought up with tender care, the three I find there and, hear their lover's talk.
The Book of Sarumino, to carry and embark on his trip, punished must be also.

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2020年09月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 417th. week

A boat, like look I see, to have drawn.
In red, under metal bracelets, a pair of thumb left.
The penitence about his affair, at the other side from a car window, in the night he confess.
At his last extremity, late two days, being caught in an evening shower. Or, for going into the jaws of his death, late two days, having gone out.
A ball and you, counting up for chasing, just ahead.

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2020年09月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 416th. week

A dream he said, only an infant, the truth he knew.
Of my half-read, the book "L'anus solaire", shut and watch the press conference.
To the pail of water, to draw water on behalf of her, becoming her father.
Because of His body, being too heavy to throw away, turning a blinded eye to future trouble.
To present for her daughter, with the parcel wrapped in cloth, within her gold teeth.

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2020年08月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 415th. week

On the twilight, the head of a girl, asking for buying the voice I heard. Or, on the time who he is, the head of a girl, asking for buying the voice I heard.
In the front of our bedroom, given her punch, and this morning has come. Or, before our affaire, given her punch, and this morning has come.
Of adolescence, by his wind in the empty feelings, a kamaitachi the yokai is here.
In memory of his late elder sister, strafed from the enemy, and persimmons plucked off.
The head of an oni the ogre appeared, five of her zuijin the guardian, blown off with his wind.

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2020年08月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 414th. week

The very he is, an owl must be, the ma'am said.
To your mother, not to allow your seeing the reason is, prohibited for under-aged.
To hold her tight, pretending to saying good-bye, telling a riddle to.
Even a great actor toward in the background, by his good acting more than, a comic relef put up with,
Of a bat, taking the wings along, after her bath.

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2020年08月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 413rd. week

With a black swan, falling in love, and into the world without colours.
The ass hole it must be, meeting at that time, a flog has jumps into.
The love it must be he said, in his dream also, hard on a girl is.
A gun there is, saying to live clumsy, my maid laughs. Or, a gun there is, saying to live clumsy, my second daughter laughs.
A death cry I hear, lost his head, like a tortoise does.

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2020年08月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 412nd. week

Can't sleep she said, a woman wriggling, make me awaken.
In my dream, she only , baring her fangs.
Who you are waiting for, a rolling wheel, just ahead.
His cross, her blood-stained clothes, under there is.
In pouring rain, having spilled meat juice, the deformed wet.

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2020年07月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 411st. week

Because of her snake's body, waiting still wetting, An Iso Onna is. Or, because of her snake's body, waiting still wetting, a woman on the shore reef is.
The old man, drew cold water, and finished off. Or, with an old man's indiscretion, agreeing, and refraining from comment.
His urine, to sprinkle on to go so far as, nuts of maidenhair tree to expect.
You who go away, Lament the only one words, writing on the blackboard.
At his scowling face, only a little girl looks, and laugh it's said.

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2020年07月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 410th. week

The ugly, horning out, and showing his fangs.
Of Fukakusa the prostitute, becoming the talk of town love affairs, and make a great fuss.
On the night of the Bon Festival, like baking soy sauce, it smells.
No mother I need, scattering her stones, at the river a child dances.
The things being hard to get (I got), my right hand and right eye, the day I lost.

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2020年07月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 409th. week

Merrily, to bear the white flag fly, the has come.
Making her remain in office, making up for her mistakes as much to say, cruel because they are.
Of you and I, left it vagueness, a new day already it is.
It's just indiscriminate imitation he says, shifting to his defiant attitudes, the sound of shaking his tail I hear.
His fatal wound caused by, there was on a leaf, they said.

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2020年07月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 407th. week

Of labor, making a line with her grudge, to fade and pass away. Or, of former years, making a line with her grudge, to fade and pass away.
Having a child though, wearing a children's clothing in red, try to hvae her dream.
Wearing by ermine's, the barefoot beauty threatens, I do because.
On the closed station, it rained damp and humid, the sounds of punching tickets I heard.
The dog, to name Nightmare, and run him over and kill I'll.

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2020年06月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 405th. week

Under the directions of Monkees, drawn by a cow, Zappa goes.
On the bathtub, a corpse floating, telling no tales also. Or, on the bathtub, corpse floating, lost her mouth also.
From the end towards to the start, watching at the movie, I dreamed you in my dream.
Being accused of, passing out with loud sound, a lady she is.
Ringing unexpectedly, an obituary because of waiting for, not to answer the phone.

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2020年06月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 404th. week

Of my ex-wife, being shot to death by an assassins bullet, in the morning I do.
To start the machine, dropping out from, a red ball appears.
Just because of getting tired of, playing hanafuda, on their bridal night.
On the surface of the moon, cannot to arrive, she confess to him this is why.
Freezing isn't it, the bit actress also, falls in love.

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2020年06月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 403rd. week

Kurozuka the demon woman, sudden smile flashes on her's, chipping in a blade also. Or, Kurozuka the demon woman, sudden smile flashes on her's, chipping teeth is also.
On meeting again, in a corner of the Empty House, flattening themselves against.
On her right shoulder, how reproachful, in the night for a maiden.
At a slope in Gotemba, a stone weight, to keeping in place.
Pretending not to listening, a pillar on my forehead, to lean on.

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2020年05月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 402nd. week

Thirty minutes, waking earlier than usually, folding back it.
A fable, trying to adapt into a live-action, on the days in boredom. Or, a fable, trying to adapt into a live-action, on the days in autumn.
After replacing, as a substitute for the head, only flushing.
The eater bizarre foods, midgets line up together, baring his way.
Fallin' on blowing, of hope, by Hades.

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2020年05月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 401st. week

How being jealous, trickling down the forehead, blood of her.
Cannot anticipate, ducking his head, the master of necromancy says.
Because of approving, into an avalanche, the love going out.
On poetry party, who hangs himself, there is.
Under my navel, to scrape off a few, for washing my hands.

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2020年05月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 399th. week

By sweets foods, burly though he is, just a child after all. Or, because of being naive to, burly though he is, just a child after all.
By a needle only, you must cry, mustn't you?
Of the glory, on violating his grave, only a flower left.
On his biography, how selfish he has, the days writing down he spent. Or, on his diary for introspection, how selfish he has, the days writing down he spent.
Of the brothel, the owner envies, his prostitute and her guest.

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2020年04月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 398th. week

A dog had run away, fasten by a leash, since two days also.
In Indigo, on trying to paint, her brow shaped like Mt. Fuji.
Before obon festival, your clog thong I want to be, the day comes.
In the box (on telecommuting), like on telling your lie, the voice I heard.
On corpses, to trample and go, a male geisha will.

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2020年04月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 397th. week

A snow ball, throwing to meet, at his Juliet.
Her right little finger, at an unexpected place to meet, of a woman I recollect.
A traitor he calls, to walk looking for, the old teacher.
How or what do you feel, the cliff where Godzilla also fallin', you arrive on.
Dimly lighting under heat haze, far away in the dust, they fading away.

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