2021年08月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 466th. week

For my missing dog, to search, and a slinking cat I met. Or, for my missing dog, to search, and a home wrecker I met.
A crime committed by my store manager, finding out, tanking up.
In the front shrine, a sacrifice victim waiting for, a spearhead is there
My rival in her love, at his beside on his passing away, seized with fear because of.
Constantly telling us to, and falling asleep, a woman returning the favor. Or, constantly telling us to, and falling asleep, a woman forgetting her favor.

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2021年08月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 465th. week

In the box there, only my two fingers at last, reaching you to.
To emulate the mystery doctor, and fails, an actor how he is.
Also the count, teased by a cat, in his cinerary urn.
By its size, her crying out of joy, or its vibration sounds (which is louder).
Only in a dream of an old lady, have haunted, the white knight.

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2021年08月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 464th. week

Get stingy, by a trowels for waxing, an eye gouged out.
Waves dash against still, where he has being trapped in, Alcatraz there were.
Before his gone, with his late wife hoping to dream, a dream of fireworks.
Wii killed by bombs Both of, us like a cat and dog, for 150 tonne of.
At the behind of the warehouses also, before the festival, in the sky the evening watch.

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2021年07月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 463rd. week

The sent of her armpit, behind the green door, waiting after.
By lost his hand, like a spoiled child, cried over.
After his surviving, like singing the praises of, to love her in his old age.
On waving my chopsticks over for what to eat, also seated between the two pretty, breaking up both.
Of a girl sweating, from the hollow in the nape of her neck, to the edge of her gym clothes.

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2021年07月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 462nd. week

To fear, discloses who in seep's clothing, a maiden here is.
Be shot and fall down, look the sky and smile, a bird escaped from his cage.
By way of revenge, the hairs of Delilah, for as my stirrups.
The old doctor, at the risk of her life to get pregnant, a son of the monster.
For me, by a girl born of a different mother, to be tossed about.

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2021年07月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 461st. week

The first cry I hear, the grave I violate, a baby with a bruise in red there.
The three of homely women, having past their marriageable, trolling the tune.
Her menopause has come, she have looked up, at the light from the her young lover's.
At the isolated outpost for, two of the corpora, gone on ahead.
After her clam school on the road, like reading a letter from, snacking on candies.

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2021年07月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 460th. week

Swapping spit to her, instead of my left hand, for silence her complaint.
How comfortable in, after violating her grave, he asks.
By rustling sounds of his dress, of a twin brother, to know pull his pudding.
To tell your name to him, the reason this is, a female high-school student you are.
With node swelling and festering, under thin white clothe, in reddish brown.

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2021年06月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 459th. week

Innocent how she is, because of making light of, by her read my mind.
One and all, left me alone, go to ashes (as ashes).
The first train waiting for, a woman sitting next to me, wailing.
Of fellow countrymen, reporting conformation of their safety, the night tonight.
Of my colleague, get sooty on his back, same as him it's me.

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2021年06月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 457th. week

For Rappaccini's daughter, before summer's income in, only a gadfly flies to.
In the morning mist, vanishing out under slow motions, boys in the black leathers.
Got only romances, the dentist to ignore, in the sky fish flies.
At the brothel, one of the barmaid. a bride for my father.
After the increase of their capital, only the staff of the billing department, a company resigning their posts. Or, after the increase of their capital, only the staff of the billing department, a company getting their ills.

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2021年06月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 456th. week

There used to be, his dead child had ruled, a kingdom for the king's.
The mourning for him, she cry, run and chase the birds.
In the factory, like getting swallowed by, with the sea of stripes fulled.
In a muddy place buried, I perceive, with a river snail i dreamed.
By the roadside in the highway, a corpse there, of the lunching convict.

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2021年06月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 455th. week

Don't you know, under the smile of a little girl, a innocent lie is.
Their hands shivering, the summoned corpse, not to reveal.
On my waking up,, with an utter stranger, on a private compartment.
After her bating, by one of her ex-patient, happening to visited.
The baits is their previous existence, lowering their lines, two of haiku pets there. Or, the baits is their previous existence, lowering their lines, two of cripples there.

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2021年05月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 454th. week

Of a torioi driving off birds, driving away the elderly woman, caught in a trap.
To attend him through this night, coming to an end, need to five big candles.
With the double-headed warrior, riding on, the necks I see only. Or, the double-headed warrior, wearing around one of his neck, the other head.
At the landing of the stairs, like with a little girl, having an affair secretly.
Of the songstress, behind her back, her garter he stole.

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2021年05月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 453rd. week

Not able to multiply also, old women appear, in the song following on.
On a full-length mirror, the ghost of a girl, her clothes taking off.
The reason him forgiven, a cat drowned, extricating because of.
In the hollow ship, on a journey I dozing, having already passed three years.
By a muddy stream, them of double suicide lovers, swallowed and come between.

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2021年05月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 452nd. week

Of an abandoned nation, in the note by a princess, his name noted.
Three days ago, under the white cloth, livor mortis emerged on the body.
For puritans, socks in black, a child not be suited.
An footpad does, bothered not at all, (like) a mother cat looking down.
In zoushigaya, where the raccoon dog who lives, fall in love and go. Or, in zoushigaya, where the raccoon dog who lives, beg and go.

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2021年05月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 451st. week

By two woman there, starting at a shadow, grown an elderly. Or, two woman there, starting at a shadow, by an elderly.
For my folly, standing by idly, feigned laughter I heard.
Whenever we come across, running away under cover of night how when and where, he says all the time.
Someday somewhere she said, from today the reality, running away for.
With an apron and ribbons, putting on, under the sunshine in the boys festival for him.

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2021年04月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 450th. week

Rolling run how it is, had killed by, an eye of the guru. Or, rolling run the ring, had killed by, with an eye of the guru.
Also your supremacy, after all is said and done, by using her sexual charm.
Over the cosmic, instead of an oar, setting up my recorder.
On the night lights, hanging out and play with, regard moths she must.
As a sacrifice, one of the artificial limb, at outside the mosquito net. Or, as a sacrifice, one of the artificial limb, as out of the loop.

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2021年04月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 449th. week

In the cage at last, chipped of his left hand, ring finger.
The anniversary of her death, a garland tumblin' down, and a sneeze here comes. Or, the anniversary of her death, a nose ring tumblin' down, and a sneeze here comes.
Get tired and ulcerate, a butcher falling down, on the feed for pigs. Or, after groaning sound noise, a butcher falling down, and being as the feed for pigs.
Of Yang Guifei, public hairs of brush, said by.
The diva, like looking up at, cherry blossoms fluttering. Or, the diva, in the night looking up at, cherry blossoms fluttering.

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2021年04月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 448th. week

A square even if, drawn by Giorgio de Chirico, a cockpit maybe.
I dislike the reason why, in his pocket having change jingling, the habit he has.
To nick in a blade, like having a feeling envious of, the demon in Kurozuka. Or, to brake my tooth, like having a feeling envious of, Kurotsuka the demon.
As a way of passing time, looking down a beggar, with a streetwaker. Or, as a way of passing time, looking down a beggar, prostitute myself as a streetwalker.
In the twilight, floating a tofu as hiyayakko, on a goldenfish basin. Or, drunken in the darkness, floating a tofu as hiyayakko, on a goldenfish basin.

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2021年04月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 447th. week

For skewering him, in the night looking up at, the lav where he there.
Because of his sinning, like smudging, melting to pass away.
He and she, two of them, die variationen uber ein thema von.
Of the sniper, only his frivolous nature, kind of annoying for me.
On a day for his celebration, taking that opportunity and, peeing himself. Or, on a day for his celebration, taking that opportunity and, making a bad gaffe.

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2021年03月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 446th. week

That is hers, in a chin of the leopard, tearing up to know.
About some lost articles, a few of, I recall only.
From my back I hear, sounds by a carving knife, how heavy it echoes. Or, For my husband, sounds by a carving knife, how heavy it echoes.
Against the rascal, laying a false charge, for cherry blossoms in the spring.
A carcass of the bat, on the pretext, teasing by the blood.

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