2023年04月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 551st. week

On bolt of the blue, a destroyer alone, waiting on the hill.
In stratosphere, at verge of his death, a windsock flutters.
On closing down our shop, by a joke of the mummy, floating dust in the air.
Lost my ear, of a dream of the daughter, the rest of dream is it.
At night to view cherry blossoms, Damian dressing up, stands.

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2023年03月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 550th. week

Of the doll, on a slender nape, her hair unkempt.
Even like a pool of blood, no corpses in there, that's good for him.
In the garden scattered food, no way that they live, wolves' trace.
The glossary, having under her arms, to quarrel the lover.
On a tip of the branch, a caterpillar falls, and wind shine.

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2023年03月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 549th. week

With thick fried tofu, and Fried angel's wings, on three sticks of.
The end of television fuss, satisfing herself, a woman she is.
To weigh up, difficulty to find a women for us, rice-planting day though. Or, instead of to weigh up, difficulty to find a women for us, rice-planting day It will be.
For getting the treasure, one of her hairpin, to waste.
By potato, raising false hopes, wearing her hair in braids. Or, by Baron, raising false hopes, wearing her hair in braids.

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2023年03月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 548th. week

At their critical moment, it's just a dream, say with certainly please.
An alarm rings though, the sounds of beating the windows to hear, back to sleep.
At the platform, seducing the bald, appeal from her thighs.
At the end of the winding mountain path, by an azukiarai the yokai, using sophistry.
Behind the trap door, sleeping the accomplished woman, dyed amber.

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2023年03月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 547th. week

On small hours, a bus quite empty, on the road.
Under my eye's below, a building collapses, in front of he parks.
The refuge in Buddhism, instead of a Kappa's, in the house of Leopard.
Before noon, composing a dodoitu, and stepping on a bamboo foot-massaging board. Or, before fart, composing a dodoitu, and stepping on a bamboo foot-massaging board.
A doxy gone, on comforting alone, in the night. Or, a doxy gone, on masturbating alone, in the night.

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2023年03月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 546th. week

Her hand coming out, from the womb with eager, a thing she wants.
By spring rain, a zombi just one for, at the cemetery wet with.
A balloon hung down, and gone, the leopard in blood. Or, a balloon hanged down, and gone, the leopard in blood.
The dawn is breaking in the rain, one of children left after, to kidnap.
In the bath room, a lace lining there of there, having her own smell.

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2023年02月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 545th. week

Who knows, having double advantage for thorns, a mack daddy.
On a white glove, a drop of saliva, trickled down by her.
Climbing into your passenger seat this is why, for my dominant hand, your thighs to do my own things.
The politicians also, on her labium resting his cheek, worrying about the country. Or, the sexualists also, , on her labium resting his cheek, worrying about the country.
Of her abdomen, a wasp sticking out, a dead beauty's.

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2023年02月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 544th. week

The boys, why hanker after, cave men.
On the snowfield, as his keepsake, rolls of notes left.
Her younger brother, easy to anger but, his crotch to be a problem.
On the snowy day, to Oshiroi Baba's, borrow a sake bottle.
On this Mother's Day, a freshly severed head, as packages express.

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2023年02月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 543rd. week

Now gone, on the stair spiral, cashing after a lady's maid. Or, now gone, on the stair spiral, cashing after his second daughter.
A navel of the witch, knocking the wind out of, an earthworm does.
How many months and years pasted, on looking up, a door in the latrine.
Crawling back on her neck, talking lover's talk and shaking, a stick on her cheek.
In the broth, one leech, she add. Or, in the broth, one garlic, she add.

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2023年02月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 542nd. week

A false doctor comes and, the tongue of a baby, in the night he suck. Or, a false doctor comes and, the private of a baby, in the night he suck.
Her birds of feather, bolting out his face, preaching the justice.
Being besieged, the doctors away, form our secret base.
On your having a lot to worry about, what a very easy job, by an azukitogi the yokai. Or, on your having a lot to worry about, what a very easy job, like washing azuki beans.
A blue cat, a mom in Naniwa, getting laid by. Or, "Aoneko" the book of poems, a mom in Naniwa, getting laid by.

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2023年01月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 541st. week

With my cursed wife, taking along, and enter the sea.
After had a miscarriage, with her parents, tv I watch.
As my speech for the graduation, the hyperbola, I bend.
As her reward for him, the sock, she raises.
From the prison, knowing, the secret passage, because of his son.

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2023年01月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 540th. week

From the peephole, laying on a daisy' side, a beauty spot I find. Or, from the peephole, laying on an anus' side, a beauty spot I find.
In secret for, not to tell, and gone first together.
By holy water, cooling my head, to start again.
On the clay dish, nibbling beans, wasting time I am. Or, of her hairlessness, pinching a bean, wasting time I am.
By the having a child, the reason why he is fascinated, on her earhole.

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2023年01月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 539th. week

Pulling out a nail, on my heel, to have a hole.
Knocking on the gong, a plain woman hanging around, in front of the gate of god.
The crier telling, murdered I have, and crying also on today.
Taking on the usual seat, between three tables left, the provoking woman sitting at. Or, taking on the usual seat, between three tables left, the woman I cannot stop loving sitting at.
On my homecoming, on today once one year, the day getting a fight with.

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2023年01月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 538th. week

Of the courtesan, connecting her eyebrows, and drawing a mustache.
Blindly, rubbing the cheek of, the jody whose is.
The newly-appointed, Hanging his bootie out of the car window, as his arrival greeting.
So burned with love, even though the devil he is, through a lot playing small towns.
By the mentors, competing with a rival in her love, shooting photos with hidden cameras.

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2022年12月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 537th. week

Also the beauty and the money, the doctor only, taking a big bite.
One week later, growing old overly, the mother goes home.
Because of her eyes with tears, on the document about their reconciliation, misunderstanding to read.
Each of their misbehaviors, putting on together, how they get along with.
After her recovering well, on the day as it was, hung herself.

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2022年12月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 536th. week

On a thigh of her, mellowly becoming familiar, the arches of my feet.
Over bon festival is, drifting on the waves, an intelligent woman is.
On the nape of her neck, three her babies, hanging to walk.
The reason why his humming, the ex-sweetheart he gave over, to go borrowing.
The debut collector comes, after the beginning of the next month, two night has over he says. Or, the debut collector comes, after the beginning of the next month, crying on grinning his face.

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2022年12月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 535th. week

Like pennies from heaven, can fall in love, the beauty there also is.
A taikomochi only, looking at the camera, glowing with self-satisfaction.
The adolescence comes, like a flowery smell, from her armpit.
Rather than her breasts, raising his eyes, the root of a beggar's buttons.
And a welsh onion, someone's new-born baby carrying on my back, right shoulder arms as.

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2022年12月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 534th. week

To the reform school, visiting at last, her father-in-law is.
Crossing the frontier into, only one grape, they beg.
On a canvas as his effects, having never once since that before, a line drawn.
Different colour there are, showing my droppings, winning a bet.
A child smiles , of the man giving her his fierce look, seeing at his mustache.

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2022年11月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 533rd. week

Finding shelter with her, by his dear mistress, he was sold.
Senders of the love letter, misunderstood who, breaking an appointment for.
To stop up it, only forget, going to heaven too easily.
Said to be dreaming, behind his glass eye, the truth of.
On the porthole, the mask of a jester, keep a lookout in the night.

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2022年11月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 532nd. week

After her cursing, as a way of atonement for her sin, wearing flippers.
Uncertain, where the love has gone, into the box for oranges.
Of the dead beauty, crawling around her navel, a cochlea is.
A woman I familiar, a bruise in red, on her left thigh.
Of my niece, like a thong, chastity it is.

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