2025年05月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 671st. week

With a street girl, to have picked them up, a father has many children.
Speaking the truth about, because of, ganged up on.
The sun goes down, all quiet of he says, at the schoolhouse behind.
Making boisterously noises, without parasols, pterodactyloideas fly.
With a conceived child, flushing with water, my mauvais sang. Or, with a conceived child, to let bygones by bygones, my mauvais sang.

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2025年05月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 670th. week

For the courage of test, painted in red, the lip yokai for transform to.
On the top of a lattice tower, devouring to dream of, Tori-otoko stands.
After filleting it three pieces, the body of a woman, how well-ventilated is.
To wipe off, left it tilted, its cornerstone I found.
In the women's college, beside a lavatory, something with three hairs is.

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2025年05月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days,the 699th. week

Of the empty, a cradle sways, tomorrow night (something happens).
A visit to a grave it might be, far from the sea, hailing it is.
In the bored, stream cannot be seen, and an echo of a flute I hear.
Not like that, you the procurer, to snuggle I prefer.
Be hit by a ricochet, having a nose bleed, a dragoon stands. Or, caught in the crossfire, having a nose bleed, a dragoon stands.

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2025年04月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 698th. week

Of holocaust, picking a fire stick up, to get dinner organized.
Above the hill, the Golden Bat, the piano he plays. Or, above the hill, the Golden Bat, the piano he tugs.
On seasonal change of clothing, by wind underarm hair also, drying in the sun.
Falling in his love it is said, on the chest of a maiden, a grenade putting on.
The hell-bent on his revenge, the last one, totally forgot. Or, the hell-bent on his revenge, the last one, forget and has gone.

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2025年04月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 697th. week

Towards the kennel, forget your master aren't you, she cries.
Gooey how it, at the bottom of fuel oil, holding an woman.
On evening in spring, at the garden of the boss's, to make a blunder. Or, Because of getting drunk, at the garden of the boss's, peeing myself.
On their engagement, coming to visit, a fake shepherd is.
Caught in a shower, idling his time away, a water sprinkler is. Or, caught in a shower, selling oil, a water sprinkler is.

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2025年04月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 696th. week

Of his mid summer gift, as it turned out, a thief on a journey in there.
Beyond tide direction, of fish roe, at their best
Catty-corner to my table, giving and taking their sake cups, she with the boss.
Of the motor lodge, allover the floor, round-leaved sundews glow.
With an edible dog, of a baby found, to stand sponsor to them.

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2025年04月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 695th. week

The young wife, a freshly grated brush, licking ever again. Or, my wife, the man just losing his virginity, having his sex twice.
After the rain, a maiden, the dragon abducts.
On low tide, the maiden, to dredge a dragon.
On the plain nature awakening, running a way, on the tank. Or, on the plain nature awakening, taking hand in hand, the tanks go.
In the greenhouse, in the night like this even a demon may satisfied himself, under Dutchman's pipe blooms. Or, having sheltered life, in the night like this even a devil may satisfied himself, by that Dutchman's pipe blooms.

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2025年04月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 694th. week

Because of the leading actress, even if her lover, cannot assassinate.
His face guard, spirited right down after, vanish into dust storm he did.
Must do it first thing in the morning, of his keepsake, to feed the dog.
With a red pen, of a dog-in-the-manger, the reminder there.
Chokeslam maybe, of who riding the dragon, by the scruff of his neck.

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2025年03月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 693rd. week

Buyer's market now, cuts of four women's meat, which do you want?
A woman cry stay there, drifting on surges, a helmet is.
A flower on my right, a few people, being beforehand with.
At the urban canyon, towards a woman with armpit hair, a head wind blows.
In a cradle swinging, with a corpus, to spend your summer vacation.,

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2025年03月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 692nd. week

Tu–whit tu–whoo, by an owl calling, into his trap to be caught.
My pledge of brotherhood with him, breaking off, the morning has come.
In the cockpit, to him in loveless, a diaper to leave.
To cross the moor, hem of her dress in scarlet, drugging behind her.
Of her dash and sprit, for firing up, finally I'm awake. Or, by brave my mom friend, blasting with dynamites, strikingly sounds we hear.

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2025年03月12日

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

On thin ice to walk, to the bottom of a lake sinking, and becoming the prey of.
Because of his oversleep, on the noon of Saturday, lifting a war whoop.
After kissing with her, tracing of there are, got a splinter in my neck.
Covered with mud, taking off her skin slimly, her ecdysis may be.
To wait upon my princess, for just today, a good soul I am.

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2025年03月05日

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

Having a really hard time, furrowing his brow, something beside there.
In the naval port, only one person left, the ace of aces he is.
Of dredging, waiting the sounds stops, a maiden stands.
The season picking up comes, in arm of the sea also, the night ripening in red.
Even the owner dead, moving and waiting for, his rocking chair is.

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2025年02月26日

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

Across a border, striding and sing, a bossa nova song.
At London, with an elephant and tanks, the bridge collaspes.
Supposed his death, on purpose, waiting at station to.
A maiden releases, a butterfly fly away, bold her love's.
Losing her mind, with the simpleton, she had eloped.

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2025年02月19日

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

On my coming back home, who playing piano, my sweetheart is.
in the hand who did it, on 2:00 am in that night, a long nail used.
Uninterrupted, with my friend going to die, in the forest we got lost.
On breathing his last, before to land, on parachute.
The colonels on the planet, a song sung on the terra, intently staring at.

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2025年02月12日

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

Pretending to be out, left rolling over, a manger there.
Having a bath in a washtub, on the back of a woman, to draw a face mark.
And nanohana, swaying on a branch, a black armband there.
Gone to his homeworld, too late now, the encircling net for is.
Before killed by bomb, by blue flare, a necklace on. Or, failing completely, by blue flare, a necklace on.

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2025年02月05日

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

For being sociable, pretending to forget it, and laughing.
Two or three, lifting them off a shelf, like a raccoon is.
For picking chestnuts, to rush into the fire, the acrobat is. Or, For out of the frying pan into the fire, like a moth, the acrobat is.
Coming out of prison, a woman had caught in the middle, getting married.
The person pulling a few strings, who living under the same roof, him I wonder.

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2025年01月29日

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

A spy, unable to drop, having crashed the plane.
In vain, parting with her, holding the hand.
A girl others arrnged for him, unable to prey on, becoming a sweat couple with her.
By a muddy stream, fallen off his donkey, the clergy is carried away.
The wheelchair she getting into, to go as it rolled, leaving off mourning.

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2025年01月22日

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

In the night I depart, into my groin to bury her face, my teacher's favour. Or, in one night, , into my groin to bury her face, my teacher's favour.
On the year-end, in the time roasting beans, a cocu stays only alone.
A butterfly net, gasping tightly, a space ship it is.
Her wooden clappers, go home while striking, a little girl does.
With a hot iron, being slightly burnt, a baby with Mongolian blue spot.

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2025年01月15日

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

Making our way into, all around there, carpenter bees are.
Before into the sewerage, not a crocodile coming, making a wish.
With the broth, on a cigar throw away, his saliva put.
In front of the photocopier, taking up her stand, a day after her vacation.
Three days ago, an ermine was fascinated, a widow passing by.

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2025年01月08日

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

Of a cutlassfish, like small bones, scolded I am.
On their big fight, ether win or lose, a day of the enrollment.
As his parting presents, the last one of all, became a mushroom cloud.
Goodbye for ever, even a ghost, giving him a wave.
By a stylus writing, the sounds over there, the water is boiling.

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