2024年04月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 644th. week

A coin purse there, as a bystander's vantage, the shoeshine knows.
Doing her handstand, the crotch of her is, for single flower verse of daisy.
Overtaken my car by , follows after, anywhere even if to the end of the world.
A measuring worm, tumbling down, into her thong in red.
Lighting on his feet, and having a big appetite, the chopped head man is.

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2024年04月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 643rd. week

For the robbers, to carry their water, getting chicken feed.
An idler, being glad calling, a stupid there is.
On cleaning, not to walk on the floor, the snotty-nosed.
Her go-between, tied to by their placentas, her twin sister will be.
From the mezzanine floor, with our trade secrets, hung down.

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2024年04月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 642nd. week

Even if corrupted, like a scarecrow, having been standing.
In a broomcorn, of diamond, a few are mixed.
On the third day, to spend saved expenses, hiring a prostitute.
Even a detector, keeping a poker face, bribed.
After the rain, knights in shining amour also, polishing their shoes.

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2024年03月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 641st. week

Directly across the road, as his wife following her husband's lead, prostitute themselv.
I wonder if I should do, the key of an empty house, how to put it to good.
Before dawn, the owner is absent, at the room with no mirrors.
Asking when spring has, of the broken robot, on the tip of its finger.
Also a sheltered girl, in a slit of cracks in the ground, has something hidden.

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2024年03月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 640th. week

On ringing the bells, with no regard to appearances, a woman dashes.
In severe cold, three of the shrunken heads, fluttering the night it is.
In Joetus, two of sheltered rich kids, as runny-nosed are.
By the couple eloped, left behind, a cello has stood only.
The other side I wonder how, being put on her butt, the hole of I gaze. Or, the other side I wonder how, under her thumb, the nail of I gaze.

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2024年03月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 639th. week

Of a potato, your name in the back, filled in.
Abruptly, tumbled into, the senior executive is. Or, abruptly, regain his title, the senior executive is.
From the bathhouses, by overflowing water, the state sinks.
Of the machine for collected night soil, on the nozzle, tie up the balloon. or, of the machine for collected night soil, on the nozzle, connect a neck of the balloon.
In late morning, back from his ski trip, above the clouds. Or, in late morning, back from his ski trip, out of our league.

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2024年03月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 638th. week

Which of us taller, with a naked woman who is tied to the pillar, on the year before last. Or, which of us more energetic, with a naked woman who is tied to the pillar, on the year before last.
Any of the eyewitnesses, all of them, sent to the mental hospital.
Getting down of all fours, going back to his mothership, an alien is.
Before feeling her organism, broken her main-spring, a woman is.
At the tea ceremony, what a disaster with a edged tool, the visitor had been. Or, at the tea ceremony, a projectile with a edged tool, the visitor with had been.

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2024年02月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 637th. week

It's the only one, his things left behind, crutch there.
From the underworld, the role she recieved, an walk-on is.
Someone's bloodstain there, directing under, food red painted.
By a muddy stream, like flowing away, the insensitive fellow gone. Or, by a muddy stream, in the night flowing away, the insensitive fellow gone.
Before leaving on my trip, the musical instruments of my father, exposed to rain.

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2024年02月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 636th. week

By a hand of a boy, on a camel, The Panzerdivision there is.
Three days before, fallin' love with the librarian, Das Kapital Kritik der politischen Okonomie getting out of.
In the empty can, of an astronaut, dropping into the eardrum.
By spring tide, also my aborted baby, homecoming.
The death as the end of their infatuation, du paradis, directly below.

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2024年02月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 635th. week

With the bomb, killing them all, before boiling the pasta.
The bumming girl, by melting the chocolate, to tie her tongue.
In the bottle of a solution, dozing off, the culprit is.
In snowing, ringing bells, a line in black goes.
The side-dick, taking her lies at face value, covering up his head and cheeks. Or, the side-dick, taking her lies at face value, pretending ignorance.

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2024年02月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 634th. week

Rising his hands, beyond the mountain, a big crayfish is.
Basking in the sun, and borns in white, floating in the pool. Or, a carapace drying, and borns in white, floating in the pool.
Because of his half sleeping, behind the bottom of ravine, the sound of someone's fallin' he hears though.
Standing face to face with him, by herself only, Mina Harker is. Or, getting rid of him, by herself only, Mina Harker is.
Of a sunny spot in my house, by my good neighbor, banging on the wall.

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2024年01月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 633rd. week

Before her mizuage, amount night sweat, not to much.
On the gallows, lying on my back, and having a dream.
By my political adversary, just one thing, to be praised.
On tomorrow morning, my childhood friends, will sprout.
Seven of freshly served heads, to line up after, let's have tea with.

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2024年01月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 632nd. week

Flashing towards my foot, by whom living my dream, the hatchet he wields.
"War and Peace" I watch, on the different channel also, a critical point of the game comes.
In the bing, two of myself, laughing at.
Towards a pile of our documents, for those who, he serves their tea.
Only the guest of honor, giving the cold shoulder, gay at the party.

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2024年01月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 631st. week

From the wharf, a dumped woman, giving a ride. Or, from the wharf, a dumped woman, making her going by ship.
The mist has cleared, the farther shore of the lake, two of the ghost I see.
A shooting star he found, millet jelly on his left hand, melting down.
To make an address to replay, in the psychiatric hospital, a pupil to b born and bred.
Drinking for our final parting, the geisha girl's nose, running green snot.

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2024年01月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 630th. week

Where bottomless is, over there a swamp, dimes I pick up.
On garbage collection day, Clara standing at last, to pick up after.
Girly, to shape your eyebrows, I want for you.
My brand new second wife, who also amazing my secretary, in the bedroom waiting for. Or, my brand new second wife, who has amazing private parts, in the bedroom waiting for.
At his funeral, the only showing a smiling face, the stranger attends.

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2024年01月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 629th. week

Impossible free medical treatment, being in over their heads in debt, mostly cuckolds there.
On his chin, a pocking bone, picking after.
On the teacher's platform, at the glance the flower arrangement, dying lol she is.
About the written appeal, writing down and leave it as is, looking on indifference.
Far far away, no favorite of her, in a galaxy.

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2023年12月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 628th. week

Now I'll make dinner, like for Sir John Falstaff, as your midnight snack.
The first train isn't it, of the thieves, in parting.
As fluttering snow is, for the night in December, the palimony to.
By self-castration, blooming in red, as a water flower.
A lean dog, purse with no money, holding in his mouth and go.

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2023年12月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 627th. week

To go again, behind the grave dug, our hideout.
Under the pool of blood, left going down, a tortoise's head is. Or, Under the pool of blood of hers, left going down, my glans is.
Brought his anger on, on her nerves getting, rodenticide to raise her hand.
Beyond that point, the sea spreads, to keep my staying in West Asia.
On chinese lantern plant, looking with indifference, an autumn darter flies through.

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2023年12月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 626th. week

A wayward girl, getting in my car, to go her hometown.
The detective goes, everywhere else, the witnesses of this case must die.
Of the morning edition, surprised at the sight, the media officer is.
Under her navel lint, blushing only there, of the midget.
Bumping into the witch, while shopping, behind the station.

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2023年12月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 625th. week

To take his leave, by a long spell of dry weather, A kasa-bake does.
Carrying myself easily, all of my bowels, making external.
Test in flight, my adulterous lover. kept in the plane.
At my pee, look and smile, my first crush does.
Even our secret affair, not have kept hidden, the windbreak frost there.

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