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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2020年11月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 428th. week

Entering the new service, for the mission to escort, a rubber ball delivered.
Children watches, that coward, going back on.
Now broken your promise? three days before, a remark you said.
Because of made from wax, burn with love so, melt away.
In a land of everlasting summer, on the sulphur skin, snow falling.

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2020年11月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 427th. week

By a clear stream, hear to sleep, how maidens are.
Staying up late at night of my own child, to imitate and covet, in my sweet dream.
Barrier by electromagnetic waves, towards opposite side of, only one making good escape.
Even if send my own child I can, to inhume myself, no coffin for me. Or, even if give birth mine I can, to inhume myself, no coffin for me.
Against the evil to oppose, the countess, the night to wait on has come. Or, against the evil to oppose, the countess, the era to wait on has come.

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2020年11月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 426th. week

Under the crime of rioting, with an unconcerned air, flying on the leopard print.
Of black-dyed leather, only his left little finger, in the wind swaying.
The wax dripping, of werewolves, to imitate ridiculously.
By sea breeze, from two stupas, sounds I heard.
To want milk for, the carcass holding in the hands, two children there. Or, to want their father, the carcass holding in the hands, two children there.

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2020年11月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 425th. week

After all (just a dog), looks as impertinent, barking at noon.
To overcome it's temptation in order, he can't help, a small bottle clinging.
Coming to Toyosu, to open up the black market, as a joking.
For as a warning, the head of a puppet, making cut off.
Under the mammary, with your mole, a love I fall in. Or, under your father, , with your mole, a love I fall in.

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2020年10月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 424th. week

With age, on my beanie cap, to winkle by red.
Being enviable, of a transfer student, a photo in her frame.
Him, to mistake again, for another him.
Also on yesterday, replaced the position, and killed. Or, also on yesterday, changed another head, and killed.
The possessed, looking as to disperse, because of her reticence.

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2020年10月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 423rd. week

Good-bye Saying to me, I do to say who, Good-bye. Or, if so saying to me, I do to say who, Good-bye.
Being covered with blood all over so, the back of you also, wringing wet.
In such the night, even kompeito Japanese sugar candy, bitter is he says.
Having been swept out to the sea, asking himself meaning of poetry, getting warm by the fire.
The lover tortured by water, by his side, a woman taking off her clothes.

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2020年10月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 421st. week

Getting terribly burned, to get entangled in, on her lower lip. Or, Getting hurt terribly, to get entangled in, by falling in him and get laid.
Tearing bodies limb from limb, by a werewolf, because of his slovenly way.
My left hand knows, after going blind, on today the morning sun comes.
Asking her sing the song, "The road going off, and giving birth my baby." Or, asking her sing the song, "The acting inhumane way , and giving birth my baby."
Under her navel, by a string twisted, on the skin left a mark. Or, under her navel, by a string twisted, to feel her afterglow.

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2020年09月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 420th. week

On sitting in a circle, only the watchmaker is, wining bets because of.
On parting, a toy of duck, "quack" he says. Or, on parting, a toy of duck, "quack" he makes a sound.
Without a reason, a mouth of the woman, making it open. Or, without effort, a mouth of the woman, making it open.
Toward the paradise they'll go, Adam and Eve, with her step daughter.
After dissecting, this is what you are, a cardiac I indicate.

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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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