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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

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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2020年04月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 395th. week

To the washroom, only a youngest daughter, going hurriedly.
A cat also there, to stack three, and divide into six. Or, with a cat, a wife and her adulterous partner, punishing He does.
Beating a hand drum, only on the stage, what a clown I am.
For absence, after writing down the letter, the invitation waiting for.
Falling cherry blossoms, sweeping to throw away, a child of the chief priest is.

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2020年04月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 394th. week

Of all days in spring, said a such thing, by the reason a return of chilly weather.
By the court lady, my socks putting only, pulled off.
As every day is a good day, overwriting only, the night tonight is.
Beyond grids of iron bars, under her mask, laughing my wife.
Your stepping on, under a sole of your foot, the same things you always it's.

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2020年03月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 393rd. week

On looking up, the heel and the arch, of yours there.
Even there, to make the story to seem coherent, paint in red.
Who is he, on the right of a plaster, the person lines up. Or, at the dawn, on the right of a plaster, the person lines up.
Even silly talk, by three times reciting, to bring the good luck.
Like a blighted leave, on mattress for my mother, a kettle there is.

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2020年03月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 392nd. week

In front of the tomb, nothing to do with I have, a woman in winter.
To invite in, my elder sister with the man, staying there.
For the skin on her upper body, to shine and wait, schistostega does.
On the rainy night, the girl gone, to flower picking.
Chindon'ya goes with the sound of their percussions, of a boy who follows, his evening shadow.

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2020年03月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 391st. week

Being arrayed, of the coffins, the shadows pale coloured.
Making himself up to look younger, wide spread in the sky, the song for self-torture.
By the girl. like the words said, how beautiful it's.
At the summer resort, a Kwaidan in the snow, having told.
Dripping wet, a made numb with cold, to avenge hers. Or, dripping wet, his second daughter numb with cold, to avenge hers.

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2020年03月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 390th. week

Mr. O, growing his beard, and becoming Q.
At the three-forked road, you choose the right, backward I walk. Or, at the three-forked road, you choose the right, backward your lacquey walks.
Being frozen, in the corrider, an imp crying.
Under the disease have spread, with a Thaddeus for me, it ends well.
To shrink myself, like a feeling, smaller to smaller I'll be.

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2020年02月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 388th. week

About a hand of my mother, to know everything though, her line of the head (I wonder). Or, about the method of my mother, to know everything though, her line of the head (I wonder).
On turning, a way of looking at a dream, on changing too. Or, on turning, an ally of looking at a dream, on changing too.
Just out of my bathing, in the bedroom, my wife untying her hair.
The star has gone, rotating to see, the kaleidoscope I am.
The holly night dawns, only the rotation sounds I hear, of the magic lantern.

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2020年02月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 387th. week

Bygone days, written down on a notebook of, how hopeless Asakusa was.
Only five seconds we have, abandon me, my left hand escapes.
In pale violet, an umbrella how beautiful is, a woman said there is.
In the orchestra, to skip the one, three brothers lined up.
On my hand, putting on your lipstick, and laughing at.

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2020年02月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 386th. week

For ultisols, lying still and waiting, the machine by hydraulic drive system.
Of the subject, his observations, resembling of me.
Even the world and his wife, of the person from the another planet, by affection being tied to.
Though having a way with words he is, at nine centi metrs from tip of his tongue, dripping with pus. Or, though having a way with words he is, and glibbing his tongue, dripping with pus at.
Even no confidence of he wins, making doves take to feeding, crying for today.

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2020年01月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 385th. week

A palm of the hand, for whom no one will mourn, the corpse of.
A crab comes, where the barber is, for a notice.
Basking in the sun, inbetween of two Fucyus, at the garden.
Saying I'll die, being one lap behind, the day has come.
How so sweet it's, like a nanny of, your breast.

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2020年01月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 384th. week

Give a kiss, what a different way how to, an alien you must be. Or, Give a kiss, what a different way how to, an alien says.
In my dreams, you have mimicked, the fault but mine.
A liar you are, the day I slandered her, the last day I met. Or, a liar you are, the day I slandered her, the last day the sun shined.
Still my mouth opened, hanging on falling, from the upstairs.
With sunny side up, having curse him, on a Sunday morning. Or, baking his eyes, having curse him, on a Sunday morning.

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