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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 48th. week vol. 1

Like a butterfly, putting his arms down, on his feet dancing.
In Tokyo we cannot find Sora, the sky called in Japanese, Sid had stayed in New York City.
The corpse to destruct and abandon, finally for forgetting to drain blood from, at all.
Of her tip, of her toe, of her fore, a nail of the hawk. Or, of her tip, of her toe, of her fore, a dried sweet pepper is there.
Raising the roof at a party, drinking and eating, the stomach is full, so we cannot compose haiku.

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2013年03月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 47th. week an addendum

"Spilt milk" is flowing on her thigh, don't care a bit. Or, It's a sound of "Spilt milk", on her thigh, not of her fart. Otherwise, I ejaculate out of hers, even if "spilt milk" is flowing on her thigh, never mind it is.
On crimson, on vermilion and on madder, kicking out of, by stiletto heels.
"It's a fake!", to be attacked and being forbidden to enter.
To sweat at night and be awaken, feeling uneasy without any definite cause, what time is it now?
As my cheek is swollen, with a parting shot, to say "Bon Voyage!"

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 47th. week vol. 3

Dividing public opinion in two, this is the reason why they have a lover's quarrel.
To be stuffed into a teapot, because of with crazy two people at the same table on a mad tea party.
Even an umbrella without, an woman from Tatsumi is she, cloying affections of her.
With a common orient clam, to come together and run side by side, on the sea [and into the dream].
Put into it, stick my arm, and can't get off.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 47th. week vol. 2

Over on 3.11., sing the theme song of "Hyokkori Hyoutan-jimma", "Make a laugh, because we won't cry".
Ought not to say anything, shut down your mouth and prick up your ears. Or, to be the Speak No Evil, one of the three wise monkeys, getting a fastener on your mouth and getting big ears as Dumbo's.
Chasing a cat, and shooting shoots for the common people at yama-dera, Risshaku-ji.
Seeing through the fence, bear the ache by fresh wounds, on D Street.
Or, seeing through the fence, it is never discontinued to be injured, on D Street.
A sneeze can arraign him, so it is busy in this season, for Bob in a bottle.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 47th. week vol. 1

Where a lark is singing in, haven't you see the sky, Trollkarl. Or, a lark is singing, don't you hear any attention, do you, Trollkarl.
On the last train, creaking a strap holding on to, the wave motion gun is discharged.
On brushing my teeth, a kesalan patharan, Japanese angel hair, into tepid water.
A gag in her mouth, to make a mock of her by words only, haiku is suitable for may be.
At the hill, the neck of him be crucifieddie on the cross, like a hinge.

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2013年03月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 46th. week Five Skull Haikus

On the top of the needles mountain in the hell, pile up skulls and make a cairn.
In life, in kindness, for helping persons in need, you should become a skull. (In Japanese, the words "helping persons in need" also have the mean "strip the skins".)
Two baby birds are showing themselves from eyes of the skull.
In a mirror of the dressing table, a lady is reflected and we can find a big skull.
"Ready and go!", the button he should push on, a skull it's the shape is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 46th. week vol. 2

Of Portuguese Jesuits, throwing‐knives make the sounds on being thrown, which are shaped as pentagrams.
The vegetable lamb of tartary, on clipping, you can harvest broccoli.
In order to cut down the number of mouths they had to feed, so earning enough to keep body and soul together and being cut off their tongue. Or, In order to cut down the number of mouths they had to feed, so eating paste to keep body and soul together and being cut off their tongue.
A daughter reared from young, the scrotum is shakin', hits the nail on the head.
Or he will come or he won't come, getting a single geminate speedwell for fortune telling. Otherwise, or he will come or he won't come, a deva using foliage scroll on his background for fortune telling.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 46th. week vol. 1

Oh yeah on March, better to be in high spirits, because of in accounting period.
To reveal their true characters, being driven into a corner to the wall, three rascals are.
Where are you going, chipping a tooth of her geta, the traditional Japanese footwear, Sachi is running away. Or, where are you going, chipping a tooth of her geta, the traditional Japanese footwear, Sachi knows the reason.
The armillary sphere, to set, and eat ground nuts.
Setting free the bears, the last business day for the origami popgun.

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2013年02月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 45th. week vol. 3

Drifting on the stream red flowers are, growing up faster than me. Sayoko Kikuchi is.
At ultimate fate of the universe, getting hold of his cane, left 10,000,000 years.
To black smoke above the railway, waving her hand, a girl in my distant view.
Hiding herself, Azami, the assassin, biting the edge of her sword. Or, for recollecting, a single flower of thistle to bite, with the edge of her sword.
If one of the little fingers are left, hands will come out, feet come out, of Tomie from it.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 45th. week vol. 2

For Japanese apricot on the anniversary of a death, to cold rice, adding thin dipping sauce for tempura in one breath.
Looking up, loke traditional Japanese handballs, big and small, Kijimunas on the banyan tree, which are the spirits from Okinawa's mythology.
Bob cut and deep red color on her lips, giving a sidelong glance, here she comes, Lulu. Or, bob cut and deep red color on her lips, giving a sidelong glance, to take medicine for cold, Lulu three tablets.
As Moros (from the novel "Run, Melos!" written by Osamu Dazai), no reason to run there is, I hope.
Nitidotellina nitidula (called Sakura-gai it means cherry shell in Japanese), by a small fish bone, is picked on the collar.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 45th. week vol. 1

To make a necklace, pick and gather flowers and root out at least.
An woman is crying, so pretending as Haguregumo's running away, it makes the sounds "De-den-den".
Just before blowing, from the lower lips of her, getting a complaint like a mono-ii on sumo, which is another suggestion that one of five judges cannot allow the judge of the referee.
Of a crazy girl, a strange fruit, blood on the leaves and blood at the root, we can hear a song. Or, of a crazy girl, a strange fruit, blood on the leaves and blood at the root, we can get the first price in this season.
Cendrillon said, "Let's make cherry blossoms to come out at the dead!" Or, Cendrillon, surprisingly, can make cherry blossoms to come out.

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2013年02月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 44th. week vol. 3

"Le triangle d'or" is there, but silver square must go into a dead angle.
On boiling, in my spoon, "Utilitarianism" by John Stuart Mill.
This Kappa, gets the hat trick, taking three shirikodamas, a mythical ball said to contain their soul which is located inside the anus.
To a stepmother, unfounded, no reason is there, throw some pebbles. Or, from a stepmother, unfounded, no reason is there, thrown some pebbles.
On Jingzhe, the children of loach and of carassius, on a way home from the house of the rising sun.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 44th. week vol. 2

Falling the last snow in this winter, in ninin-baori which is that two persons wear one short coat for formal kimono in japanese game playing, one is rubbing the breasts of the other.Or, falling the last snow in this winter, in ninin-baori which is that two persons wear one short coat for formal kimono in japanese game playing, the one of in it is rubbing her breasts.
A pope of haiku has gone wandering round withered fields, as their conclave.
As the dogs begin to bark, a little boy breathe in his recorder on his way home from his juke, the special private schools that offer lessons conducted after regular school hours in Japan.
For the crab's children seeking revenge on the monkey, a chestnut and a bee and a Japanese mortar get a cow pie as their supporter from "The Strange Uncle" acted by Ken Shimura, the Japanese comedian.
Water from an irrigation channel, for Kawayanosuke the character created by Suehiro Maruo, to moisten a dying his lips. Or, amniotic fluid from his mother, for Kawayanosuke the character created by Suehiro Maruo, to moisten a dying his lips.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 44th. week vol. 1

By her wet fingers to, forming a line with two moles, at the next position is there.
The woman gets hold of the hand of, the back of a blind man I can only see. Or, the woman carries a blind man, who gets hold of her hand. Or, the woman carried a blind man, who gets hold of his hand (if you want to).
To make cups of tea, so, an ugly face in blue should be shut down softly.
With our backs to the cascade, falling a frog into, and taking no notice of that. Or, get the back of Mr. Taki, and holding down with Russian Leg Sweep, it's no matter for me.
Being named by, you can carry a love letter, stellaria (In Japanese, stellaria is called "Hakobesou". "Hakobesou" sounds "Be able to carry" in Japanese).

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2013年02月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 43rd. week vol. 2

On a scar from the operation my lips put, and grasp the guts, the eye ball in front of me watches.
Of the Pope, puffing out a candle, the sky is red.
In the forest, a little pig doesn't understand, under pleats on the skirt are there.
To hear the rustle of her dress, drains down a toilet seat, the drop salivated from me.
When I asked him what his name was, he laughed mockingly and said, in Kitano Blue.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 43rd. week vol. 1

A garbage truck goes under cover of night and has left blood on the tracks. Or, a garbage truck, because of being mistaken for illness, has left blood on the tracks.
In the all nights long, her lonely sleeping only alone understanding or not, the cats pants under loads.
Her dog doesn't know, his tongue is thickly covered crimson with her pedicure.
In spite of her menopause, no time to get old, an woman is there.
Remembering that summer, drawing his pharos bigger than.

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2013年02月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week an appendix

On the in-bound line, the person who know spring has come, is with a running nose.
Singing the song "My Graduation" calmly, so I give a spanking on the face.
To all of Yakuzas, groups of gangsters, after telling the excuse, the Lord of destruction appears.
Be colored by Prussian blue, how wonderful from the rotten bodies it smells, "Memento mori (Remember your mortality)". it is said. Or, in this life, how wonderful from the rotten bodies it smells, "Memento mori (Remember your mortality)".
On biting your ear, an ill for my lips, the black long hairs do.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week vol. 3

"It's my wife" is boiled by my fingers, "and it's my life" on the spoon.
On my waking, by the shredder, shredding my f***er.
A picture of "The Virgin and the Child", on assassinating, turned over.
Removing the parsley, on the ketchup, when we eat omurice, a kind of Japanese dishes, rice covered by omelette.
The man who had not be able to be E. T. A. Hoffmann, wrote "Das Unheimliche" about the novel "Der Sandmann".

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week vol. 2

Because of being warm by the kotatsu, a kind of the heater in Japan, my wish isn't realized, for sleeping with my head in your lap.
Be mistaken for runs in her stockings, bloody on her thigh.
A child of the nakai, the parlormaid in the Japanese style hotel, in the linen room, is dreaming a dream with a straw ricebag.
All night long, don't miss it by one minute by one second, on the Magick Square.
Biting her lips in, lost her virgin, golden chains were left.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week vol. 1

The magician being thickly dressed, are walking through, rabbits sticks and a shower of blossoms in his pockets.
You'll melt and become butter, running ruinning around and around, on playing "duck, duck, goose".
Within solted kelp and covered with ground toasted sesame seeds, taking rice balls, let's climb Mt. Chausu-dake.
By moss on her arms green, by blood on her lips vermilion, it's a love affair from the mushroom people. Or, by moss on her arms green, by blood on her lips vermilion, and turns into the mushroom people violet.
Please, put blood on your finger, and he is smiling, because of the contract enclosed.

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