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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2021年03月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 445th. week

With a leaf of the cucumber, in the watermelon patch, a kappa I wonder. Or, A tooth mark on a cucumber, in the watermelon patch, by a kappa I wonder.
His pole, supporting by my cleavage, in the night with shame.
And with my thumb impression, by two red lines crossing off, extinct you will.
A fatherless child, a letter the crazy lady threw, knowing who she is.
At out of the window, on whose cheek gazing, crimson blotch there is.

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2021年03月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 444th. week

Of Tsukuyomi the moon god, casting a shadow for honoring the memory, on the lake surface. Or, of Tsukuyomi the moon god, to throw himself for honoring the memory, a shadow at the lake you find.
In giving her a bath, illegitimate my child she is though, warmth of her breast I feel.
For taking my temperature, having holding in my mouth, your tongue. Or, for taking your temperature, having holding in your mouth, you should be lay down under my.
By his jealousy, only nagging around her thighs, a naughty dog he is.
Of her fiance, her head on the arm, no his infidelity she found. Or, of her fiance, her head on the arm, for his infidelity she cried.

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2021年03月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 443rd. week

A maiden standing with the tree, at the left end, variegated leaf is there.
Not be washed away even by muddy steam, he was the man but, the quicksand has eaten.
The fall day has come, with the devilishness burning herself out, having pledged with because of.
What my concerned about, because of not having seen, a female mantis does.
At least my only child, could not help out on yesterday, Que Sera, Sera singing.

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2021年03月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 442nd. week

How persistent, twining itself around mine, a tail of the lizard.
Without even water, in the desert, lying down together.
Giving his guidance, solemnly it's though, pseudo paster is.
The party under the cherry blossoms, also a few of scales in silver, secret ingredient for the drinks.
Lost the white cane, to be awarded the crown of laurel to, a blind stands.

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2021年02月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 441st. week

Being impatient yours, in an earthenware jar under the earth, ambitions like.
With liverleaf, a sneeze here comes, under the sky in this spring.
To pursue birds, a woman persuade I should, losing sight of.
An woman has a tail, on darning a sock, looking around.
By spring thunder, my filth on the collars I find, trying to lick. Or, so spring has come, my filth on the collars I find, trying to lick.

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2021年02月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 440th. week

A creature, a girl accompany, wet by blood also.
In an abandoned house, with a scrotum, thrown away it having.
Your koto, saying I want I want, an octopus dancing and.
To the movie screen, turning his back and smiling, a faithless boy there.
Visitors from countries, to buy as their souvenirs, the things like a granite rock.

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2021年02月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 438th. week

On the epitaph, being engraved, my name is.
By the staff officer, into question weighing the ability, be order his death.
With a smile, ahead of a ball followed, the evil spirit waiting.
Not to be a cornered mouth, other of the two selections consicer, hesitate and die.
A lonely goose there, with egg shells, and an islet floats. Or, a lonely goose there, like as egg shells, an islet floats.

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2021年01月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 437th. week

The failure of justice, to get out of, committing a sin,
Try for additional test, of my father's keepsake, a cerebrospinal fluid.
The small fly, before we know, having two underlings with.
Of Just keeping standing for, slept at the foot, a puppy have. Or, of a slattern, slept at the foot, a puppy have.
At the bus stop, their hugging before the branch, left an umbrella.

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2021年01月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 436th. week

Who inquires, a child of the canine to get pregnant, your sin.
Going back to sleep, a script of the dream, for reading again.
Of her skin browned by the sun, kept under her thumb, like white sands are.
Having become a cripple, by my deceased older brother, due to curse.
Dozing off, my mistress at the night, killing her husband for. Or, rowing a boat, my mistress at the night, killing her husband until.

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2021年01月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 435th. week

Looking on enviously at, of a pregnant woman, a dream carrying in her arms.
With my newly- married, hand in hand, Of my deceased sister.
For as his keepsake, at their parting, a hot dog bun handing.
Under Inugami, doing writing practice, one-two-three.
Beat shall I, for balancing out, to a few people.

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2021年01月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 434th. week

To congratulate for though, my mother in her parent's home, making a phone to the other,
For handling her unexpected, on her back to hide the knife, wetting by blood.
A girl with audacious heart, in the swamp of infatuation, having soaked overnight.
On taking a break, to be at a loss how counting, at my milestone.
The father and his son, having gotten caught, with in a prison life.

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2020年12月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 433rd. week

Pushing aside, on the narrow road to pursue, at a hair whorl having arrived.
A pile of cards, after shuffling, your fortune to tell.
About my love, the next day it becomes, falling through.
Out with you, for the small boat about the order of the seats, exchanging blows each other.
With tweezers, a bodkin and, my wife there are.

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2020年12月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 432nd. week

With black leaves, red petals call, yellow bees.
Cried and went out, overnight into the next though, a child goes no home.
Of my former wife, the hand with large chopsticks in cooking, how shakes it.
Be hugged I know, in the crotch, two mouth he has.
Of the ruin of the country, a maiden goes, on the road for death.

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