2017年03月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 257th. week

At this time yesterday, on the corner at the second street, a stain of someone's urine.
For standing her up, in my own time, rain in winter.
After the door closed, trying sobbing, and to try to cry. Or, put it away, trying sobbing, and to try to cry.
To look up at, coming April 1st, my wallet is.
Repairing umbrellas, behind her mother, sharpening scissors.

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2017年03月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 256th. week

Blooming in red, on the edge of right bud, an aphid there. Or, blooming in red, on the edge of right eye, an aphid there.
To have a hard time and, rick forever, your mother's remain.
After a bath, with high up in the skies, going to a restroom.
A finger is there, by Le Passe-muraille, left behind.
Not to shine of the sun, on the belly of Budai, at this corner.

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2017年03月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 255th. week

Be clever at, a flying girl"s, counting her chickens before they are hatched.
Cedar pollen in the air, slices of salmon, sun drying.
Of a sailor-suited school girl, under a ribbon, buttons are there.
A day once a month, A flag in monochrome, to hang out.
On my right cheek, to leave unshaved, in the western sky.

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2017年03月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 254th. week

A bug inside in, of two are piled up, paper cups there.
Also on a rainy day, to say a missing person, have a nice day!
On a hole in the wall, to stick thin paper, her shoes make sounds.
To untie a bundle, to make some hairpin bends, power cords in.
Don't over do it, on the day your coughs stop, to spit blood.

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2017年03月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 253rd. week

At the a laundry corner, the finisheds washing her face, there are one of
On Tuesday, of cyclopses, two have wept. Or, on Tuesday, the first one, two have wept.
One drop from, her hair tied up, like a tip of the brush.
To knit a boat, under the crotch of the earth, trying to pass you are.
Between sunset and 5 pm, setting fire.

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2017年02月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 252nd. week

Also Mokichi have worried, to make corrections, seeing or looking.
The woman, leaning forward isn't she, to curl her lip.
My packing, a pussy cat beside, she grooms.
To turn to, both knees wetting, with his short pants.
Of a party of two, about eating soba, to value judgment each.

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2017年02月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 251st. week

Disliked by my father, kissing in the morning, to sunny‐side up. Or, dislike milk, kissing in the morning, to sunny‐side up.
To catch my breath, when the head feels heavy, to make allowance for.
To make the words narrow, how to bend the arms, difficult for me.
A calculator for calculating, over and over, to never get tired.
Also to need flowers, after Vera Caslavska jumping. Or, Also flowers stay, after Vera Caslavska marking.

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2017年02月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 250th. week

Number twos line up, two of us with the stupidity, to do up our hairs. Or, on February second, two of us with Gudon the monster, to do up our hairs.
In the lavatory, to be greedy for natto, my stomach rumbling.
With disposable chopsticks, waiting for three minutes, the water warming.
To lose and cry, a woman with a cigar, kissing because of.
My stomach rumbling, sounds of squeaking, like a refrigerator. Or, my stomach rumbling, sounds of squeaking, going to a refrigerator.

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2017年02月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 249th. week

That woman, a bit wet, to feel by her leg.
Haze in spring, to bow their heads, and flying spores. Or, spring is over, to bow their heads, and flying spores.
To pack up, as the bottom of a kettle, burned on.
With shallow wit, turning in a circle, muddy his eye does.
On the stairs, sounds of her high‐heeled, chasing them.

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2017年01月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 248th. week

To carry on my back, with a hole, a parachute I do.
So lonely I am, when three years later have passed, to get up I will.
Also in the morning snow falls, to fork into two, water gushing.
Two flies are there, with fur to be covered, at the door.
To have logged in, and finished it, to be a sum for tomorrow.

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2017年01月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 247th. week

At the island, the same size as the half of my face, a mushroom is there. Or, at the island, on the half of my face, mushrooms are there.
Did you it, on an ice tray, because of its sweetness. Or, your tongue is, on an ice tray, because of its sweetness.
Snow has fallen, to chase a tail light, morning comes.
About to get update, the day no record there are, because of the destiny.
To signal the coming of Spring, on a salt and pepper hair, the sun shines.

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2017年01月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 246th. week

It snows, two of hags laughing, in the night echoes.
Using a chisel, a moron at the second floor, hitting a crack.
With crocodile tears, at a cover of the toilet seat, having bitten.
Under a thin quilt, to grasp tightly, a cor.
With silver papers, a tooth of the gata are chipped, to visit a monument. Or, for silver god, a tooth of the gata are chipped, to visit a monument.

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2017年01月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 245th. week

Under winter's sunshine, to keep a padded kimono wearing, to raise his voice loud and raucously.
The little dog, to sit and crunch, balls of him.
Just it's a dropout, La Belle et la Bete, and in betweens.
That girl is, her armpits so sweet, her tongue also crawls well. Or, that girl is, having weak defenses, so my tongue also crawls well.
On a kitchen knife, in the middle of putting an edge, bells ring.

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2016年12月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 244th. week

Because of my single life, at this week on December, I'm upset by myself.
A liar, in a mirror, to stay and smile.
Before her combing, hair dye there, to be fragrant.
At the early evening on December, only 15 minutes by, having to do what I can do.
By a streetwalker, to be to induced, to blow my nose.

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2016年12月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 243rd. week

If getting cold you are, indulgences you could get, a few of.
In the night of December, roaring drums, to get his obituary. Or, in the world of December, roaring drums, to get his obituary.
To pound mochi, the role for Autumn Leaves, having come to an end already.
An umeboshi is, towards the bottom of a well, fallin'.
To lose a job, an announcement for the time pupils get out of school, I hear.

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2016年12月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 242nd. week

Being half asleep, to draw regular polygons, in this winter.
On my waist, to be put her arms around, how pushy they are.
By brotherhood, on a bed sheet, blood is red. Or, by brotherhood, on a bed sheet, blood will proove.
Only glasses, looks like him, you are.
To see shaking hands, also you get old, rain falls.

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2016年12月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 241st. week vol. 2

At the setting sun, to have stolen down my nuts, pee falls.
To write down his dream, on the path to the grave, groundnuts please.
On this schoolbook, to rest his chin in his hands, with eyes of a panda.
On the end of the year, at the corner of ATM, to get dizzy.
Of long johns, to seek the whereabouts, because a mother and a daughter we are.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 241st. week vol. 1

In colour of yellowish green, to slay a warm, a child is there.
On a sand hill, two or three are there, printed by bottoms.
Being outdone by, for a while, female high-school students'.
How pitiful it is, same numbers of her screams, to be deceived by.
On a Indian summer, a frog does for a kappa, to sharpen his claws.

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2016年11月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 240th. week

And Japanese pickled vegetables, the sounds of thumping, at a cheaply built house.
For a homely woman, with a pencil in my hand, in front of the mirror.
Off your name, my mind to have gotten, in the early afternoon alone.
To open his heart, for ascertaining, by force of his personality.
Under sunshine in this winter, to put a drop from an eyewash, at a center ball spring on my parasol.

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2016年11月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 239th. week

At a drinking bout, of a tuning fork held in his mouth, being out of sync.
At spring noon, at the edge of a draining hot water, licking pieces of cabbage.
A man feeling dizzy after taking a long bath, outline of his belly, to have traced.
At Tokyu department store, to thread through and harry, Lou Reed did.
By way of revenge, from Shigeo's stubble, two or three of.

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