2022年10月05日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 525th. week
The lover of him, by the will of his late father, now the sister-in law is.
Kissed all of sudden, sheep running over the fence, gridlocked.
In the absence of the star, only backseat players, merry are.
The prohibited strategy for, having been taught in advance, at a loss what to do.
Of the conjoined twins, laying on the glass in her garden, a pair of cerberuses.
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2022年09月28日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 524th. week
Toward to the tragedy, of a woman at the balcony, by her empty eyes.
My identity, beyond the mirror, a few of me there are.
Who can bring us to justice, beyond the universe, having our extramarital affair.
Caught in a shower, a friend from my childhood, getting wet still.
At Pont-cho, going under supporting the bakufu, performing a somersault.
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2022年09月21日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 523rd. week
Her emergence they say, as the souvenir, chrysalis' skin left.
From the window grill, staring far away, the full-moon rising.
An old couple is, one of the uninvited guests, and other a lion is.
On her bedside, of my dementia mother, a bloody billhook there.
Having compassion, beating he/she meat, the monoecious is.
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2022年09月14日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 522nd. week
Waiting for a sansuke the service staff of public bath, to feel cold after a bath, knowing the morning comes. Or, waiting for a sansuke the service staff of public bath, in the morning to feel cold after a bath, and buttocks.
As the leading actress, to know just for the occasion, wielding her whip on.
With tuberculosis, on a waste paper by her, blood in red.
In the meeting place for assignations, with cigar in her mouth, a girl with the smell of her armpits.
Just a typhoon it is, her loose hair fluttering with painful reluctance though, not to miss a chance to love she decides.
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2022年09月07日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 521st. week
The who in a black robe, after kidnapping her, barking a laugh now. Or, the monk, after kidnapping her, barking a laugh now.
On the day of his last journey, like against the rules, playing with.
Beating a gong, your dishonor, to buy and collect for.
Taking the easy way out, just before the upslope, the pregnant sells.
Not only tow old actors there, also the beauty and the beast, just as stalking-horses are.
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2022年08月31日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 520th. week
To follow the fellow, treated as sashimi garnish, his fiance is.
Be fooled, to know or not to know, a girl going mad knocking there.
Only a kid sister, foretelling on the last days of her brother, and holding a grudge.
Of Jennie from the bottle, having gotten a sniff from, the lid for her navel.
Shooting through it, instead of tears, spilled liquor from.
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2022年08月24日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 519th. week
In the doomsday, a pair of shoes, he buys.
Hand down a ruling though, can't understand, voices from heaven.
With a demon, taking her hand, under one umbrella.
A throw-in for you, one finger of someone, put it between buns.
With my sister-in-low, hoping to have a dream ridding, on the eggplant cow for carrying the spirit.
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2022年08月17日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 518th. week
On her departure, for the day the nephew , my love rival.
By the professional jester, talked a sad story, on bon festival penitence. Or, by the professional jester, deceived a sad story, on bon festival penitence.
On the night raising a rebellion, telling the one's dead, a foghorn calls.
In the bed camber, by double cast, until going into their ecstasies.
Having all to himself though, from the vessel, only overflowing. Or, having all to himself though, by small caliber of him, only overflowing.
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2022年08月10日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 517th. week
On the cooling box, one of them, braking.
A great deal, to know your dark side, Nanase Hita the telepath.
Under the blazing sun, even a dog detests, murder-suicide there. Or, under the blazing sun, even a dog taken along, murder-suicide there.
Dancing with demons, bag of his tricks and a gourd, dangling.
The gate of hell, becoming a suddenly blind, to know where is.
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2022年08月03日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 516th. week
Of the bathtub, on the edge a strand of hair was there, with the blood.
For covered with flames, the one putting on, wheelchairs arranged from.
About them at odds, as no concern of mine, an saddled horse standing.
Under the burning sun, an bucket carrying in his arms, an arsonist there.
For the croft, an watering put holding between his teeth, sounding the march. Or, for the croft, an watering put holding between his teeth, letting out a war whoop.
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2022年07月27日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 515th. week
His betrayals, as having his own monopoly, to earn money the man he is.
For attracting customers, the man her falling in love, under twilight. Or, for attracting customers, the man her falling in love, at the time encountering demons.
In their quarrel though, keeping their countenance each other, lay down their arms.
Because of a backroom deal, the heroine in every time though, on today as one of wallflowers she acts.
To the evil spirit, as no concern of him, fire a the shotgun at them.
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2022年07月20日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 514th. week
With my late wife, imitating Godzilla, The sea we go.
To the nurse, ask the name of roses, now I must. Or, to the nurse, ask "Il nome della rosa" is where, now I must.
Of balsam, seeds pop off, proving his fatal.
Alone on the surface of the moon, from my immortal, getting scared.
My master said, in 100 years ago, a girl just like you.
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2022年07月13日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 513rd. week
After getting off one of my nail covers, and lick, the dirt in it. Or, after getting off one of my nail covers, and take a leaf, out of my book.
In the power-keg, does she leave them, a little match girl?
His sorrow, into the stomach of Budai, has left and gone. Or, his sorrow, Budai keep himself, and he has gone.
At the fall of the curtain, in blue their matching outfits, feeling in vain.
Causing halation on, invade and fade, from the foam of the daze. Or, Causing halation on, invade and fade, the sunlight like bubbles.
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2022年07月06日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 512nd. week
So accepting no decoration, wearing on my chest, a leaf of Chinese-holly.
The military uniform, on her unequipped, disappointed I am.
By the private detective, based on his false report, she censures.
To know a woman doctor attending, putting on red pants, I go to see.
Glared at by her, because of her youth, going wild.
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2022年06月22日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 510th. week
A woman escapes, from the first floor to see off, how comfortable am I.
Of his handkerchief, asked what colour, a civil servant might be.
From the cross, mopping off, having wetted in blood.
On rainy season though, the knitting pants looks good, for my wife.
At the bottom of garbages, only one of them, barely breathing is.
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2022年06月15日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 509th. week
About her loved one, instead of Judas Iscariot, a woman blew a whistle. Or, ast her loved one, instead of Judas Iscariot, a woman tears one off.
Let out a war whoop, who are out of water, by sailers.
Making his own he thinks, laughing up his sleeve, to see the shadow of her raising her knees.
On the passenger seat, at her femoral of a woman, left a nail mark of him. Or, on the passenger seat, at her femoral of a woman, a nail mark I left.
Drying up the dishes how to, by a eater of firstling primeur, I learned and. Or, drying up the dishes how to, by a virgin killer, I learned and.
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2022年06月08日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 508th. week
The heroine in the movie, only to beggar, a role playing for.
From abroad he returns home, awaking to the truth, who a love rival.
To the small gong, even if a monkey ringing, a man will die.
Every time getting a job with, a secretary having an affair with, I come across. Or, in early morning, a secretary getting off her balance, always I find.
Because of a maid, be stroked and sealed the deal, on the edge of a tea cup.
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2022年06月01日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 507th. week
The scissors sharpner, on today also coming in secretly, Hanzomon passing through.
Between the stage setting, one of the cats, may go in and pass through.
Now and forever, on the who lost his arm, leaning each other.
Why being fascinated her, stray her hairs, wanting to pluck because of.
At the second anniversary of her father's death, the rest of her own life, my wife talks.
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2022年05月25日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 506th. week
As a friendship, given the name, the glue selling by weight.
My wife I call and, Like Judas, Kissing her.
Blood of the executed, licking it must be, alraune blooms.
After neutral he adjudicated, pulling stratagem, the bat does.
To serve their flagellation, getting in line, a traitor also.
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2022年05月18日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 505th. week
By the greyhound, getting on to elope, our teacher is. Or, By a long-haul truck, getting on to elope, our teacher is.
My hands blood-stained, towards two fathers of me, holding up to and seeing. Or, our hands blood-stained, towards the father of us, holding up to and seeing.
On your belly, also a serpent stays, in a dark hole.
How to hold his arms learning, turned one, a child has.
With an alien, to made out to know, my days are ruined.
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