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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2022年05月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 504th. week

Of the heroine, despite her snooze, being frightened and beating feet.
To abuse his position, holding out threats and getting, as a coffin for himself. Or, to abuse his position, holding out threats and getting, courting his death.
Obituary of his mother, in the brothel for aspros, a buffon knows.
By his arch-nemesis, forwarded force down, his innate character.
To the sound of the waves, listening carefully, amorous voices I hear.

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2022年05月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 503rd. week

Being miscarried, only a baby, surviving. Or, swept away, only a baby, surviving.
Putting up her umbrella, tired of waiting her old customer, a prostitute maybe.
With pagans for him, clinging together, on one boat. Or, with pagans for him, clinging together, as strange bedfellows.
Because of keeping his secrets, fatty in my mouth, gold chains there for a gag.
The husband running away, tracing his paramour gone, though. Or, the husband running away, routed out by his paramour gone, though.

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2022年04月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 502nd. week

In the Battle field, failing to get, a chaplain there.
Fishnet stocking, over his head a man pulling, and laughing. Or, with fishnet stocking, a man bitten, and laughing.
By machine codes, their lover's talking, two of them do.
Confessing his first love to, undead has over, the night comes.
Even the master of the sword, keeping under her thumb, a wife after illness.

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2022年04月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days,the 501st. week

Of two years later, having dreamed the precognitive dream, at the year before last.
Toward muddy places, the more holly flower is, the more easy falling.
Above the hole of her butt, one of her moles, there is.
No hairs in her public area, as my following, the head having shaved.
How do you feel, under double boiler, the contrariness?

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2022年04月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 500th. week

Under the burning sun, the weight untied, a corpus flows.
And a ship sails on, wearing horsehairs, showing the beautiful leg.
On cherry blossoms fallin', faithful wives sitting in a row, in the monde at the home front. Or, on cherry blossoms fallin', faithful wives sitting in a row, in the nights at the home front.
No visitors to her sicking in bed, shakin' her spoon, to bloom flowers of bouillon.
Hanging down a handrail, a costume of the laughin' clown, blood covers.

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2022年04月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 499th. week

On Fridays, taking out a few heads, because of the rubbish days.
The door knocked by someone, in the night it's rainy, the same voice I hear.
Having nothing, the old getting kicked out, the day it is.
The man as his good match, easily by the other, shot through.
In the fly formation, the girl also today, droppin' by her parachute.

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2022年03月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 498th. week

It's snowing though, under her fur wearing, underarm odor having.
In the battlefield, only the good appears, in this movie.
From the bottom of a muddy place, looking back to, the next house I see.
There is, a book in me, I'm there.
Also the gaged, caught by the ears, the eight bells ringing.

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2022年03月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 497th. week

Though snowing, from over rattling the house, sounds of the bedroom I hear.
By losing his light, the dog shooter also, into the swamp. or, by losing his light, who also chasing the dog, into the swamp.
The switchboard operator to him, behind her desk, fraternizes with love.
A handful of sands falling after, under the sand pile, doodlebug hides.
Though begging return to the moon, no person to cling for her, Princess Kaguya nowadays she is.

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2022年03月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 496th. week

Because of my sudden blindness, squints of my father, only clinging to.
At the fixed time, her husband as corpse, has gotten up.
By the leer, fluttering in the wind, her shapely eyebrows.
Despite his pretty offense, by the stopping the clock, getting imprisoned for his life.
Open the diary, their lost in space, on today the day.

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2022年03月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 495th. week

In the night his returning to port, on the finger of his artificial hand, a ring shinning.
A virgin only, herself into a drawn sword, having put.
At a bound, towards Alpha Centauri, as doing a flit.
Same here it's, also being proud with, bruise on right in the face.
For the working overtimes, keeping in place one, of pieces of bread.

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2022年03月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 494th. week

Rather than his wife, better having loved his sister, the brush ape is. Or, rather than his wife, better having loved his tubers, the brush ape is.
Of the screw thread, each of their personality, has in this place where there is.
On his lower jaw, engraved the mark of her ring, and fell in love. Or, on his lower jaw, engraved the mark of her ring, and begged.
In blooming out of season, on his dying moments, loved him madly. Or, after his comeback, and , on his dying moments, loved him madly.
In the night of drought, holdin' a dipper, a vengeful ghost stands. Or, in the monde of drought, holdin' a dipper, a vengeful ghost stands.

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2022年02月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 493rd. week

My priest invites me, with his five corpses, on the birthday.
Holding out his hand, with big eye, on his. abdomen.
A girl diving into water, to fall in love with, before the time comes.
My master comes, clipping the edge of a vase, to boil the billy in.
In his hair putting on a ribbon, and on his zoris with red thongs wearing, a vampire standing is.

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2022年02月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 492nd. week

After getting his freedom, the darkness swiftly flow, in the sea of vacuity. Or, after getting his freedom, the darkness swiftly flow, bred. by vacuity.
In the name of nutritious, faceless porridge, she boiling.
Pi attack under there, cracking his smile only, on the roof he is.
Risking her life, of innocent children, to know their sin.
What resounding, drooly, sounds of a jew's harp.

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2022年02月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 491st. week

Of his hatred, never going off because of, the father possessed.
An insurrection broken out, a crown officer pretending not to see, to go an escape jorney with.
For as binding of Issac, two virgins barred in, into the cage.
Artsy-smartsy he is, can't drawing he thinks, her fingers cut off. Or, artsy-smartsy he is, for ceasing to paint, his fingers cut off.
Hide-and-seek on they playing, from the top of a tree, three cadavers of them hung down.

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