2025年07月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 678th. week

Going on humanity, just a little off of there is, an animal trail.
Who cares, to blow on a whistle, picking after.
To brag about, calling his hole card, making her taking off all.
The order-taker, to the captain on the tree, taking leave of.
To the sprinkling of water in, not to know where, peeing myself.

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2025年07月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 677th. week

To be named if you want, treated unkindly, in the farm we are.
In the cellar, a wooden fish alone, the sound of beating we hear.
My choice this is, of women in the brothel, to receive applause.
On coming to a T, having become to me, a Hariri is.
In the heat of a day, brewing the lukewarm, a hand also dozes.

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2025年06月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 676th. week

Shears for sewing, of a female procuring, on her knees.
Obstinate how he was, on the apples, a skull of him there.
After cleaning, on a small window at, an artificial arm left.
A gourd, to debar laying down, morning after drink comes.
To crescendo, back of sonar sounds I hear, a singer must be.

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2025年06月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 675th. week

Through the desert Making journey, like a hero wannabe, with a midget.
The daddy the little, barely escape with the life, finally to make the bow.
Breaking Into, already the previous visitors, in Osaka having backed.
His master gone, Tochi-no-Arashi the dog has, a mole around his lips.
To live within her means, not to know so, by using her sexual charm.

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2025年06月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 674th. week

On the evening twilight time, climbing down on the eave, a water drop falls.
It is said that it dreams, at the bottom of waste oil, a pearl there is.
What is one its mind, large on the screen, one eye is shown.
Of the red-light district, cozy at the roadside, a travelers' guardian deity stands.
Pieces of red paper, or pieces of blue following, swirling are.

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2025年06月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 673rd. week

On her chest, a shining salmon, dazzled he is.
For money, how many ships, he made fonder.
By lupe, already unnecessary, for his name discovering on a ranking list.
To make inroads, shorting three like monkeys, an alien is.
The shifting votes, going with the flow, just before still water. Or, a buoy set tough, going with the flow, just before still water.

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2025年05月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 672nd. week

Frogs are croaking, like bamboo shoots after the rain, his phimosis does. Or, frogs are croaking, as spring up mushrooms, their phimosis does.
The hairy thing, the monster I defeated, my mother it was.
For scramble to escape, of a crazy bull, as outrider.
At an accident site, cannot believe his eyes, a flasher even unit does.
On the day for an assassination, the third for his artificial hands it is, of the tank commander.

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2025年05月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 671st. week

With a street girl, to have picked them up, a father has many children.
Speaking the truth about, because of, ganged up on.
The sun goes down, all quiet of he says, at the schoolhouse behind.
Making boisterously noises, without parasols, pterodactyloideas fly.
With a conceived child, flushing with water, my mauvais sang. Or, with a conceived child, to let bygones by bygones, my mauvais sang.

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2025年05月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 670th. week

For the courage of test, painted in red, the lip yokai for transform to.
On the top of a lattice tower, devouring to dream of, Tori-otoko stands.
After filleting it three pieces, the body of a woman, how well-ventilated is.
To wipe off, left it tilted, its cornerstone I found.
In the women's college, beside a lavatory, something with three hairs is.

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2025年05月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days,the 699th. week

Of the empty, a cradle sways, tomorrow night (something happens).
A visit to a grave it might be, far from the sea, hailing it is.
In the bored, stream cannot be seen, and an echo of a flute I hear.
Not like that, you the procurer, to snuggle I prefer.
Be hit by a ricochet, having a nose bleed, a dragoon stands. Or, caught in the crossfire, having a nose bleed, a dragoon stands.

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2025年04月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 698th. week

Of holocaust, picking a fire stick up, to get dinner organized.
Above the hill, the Golden Bat, the piano he plays. Or, above the hill, the Golden Bat, the piano he tugs.
On seasonal change of clothing, by wind underarm hair also, drying in the sun.
Falling in his love it is said, on the chest of a maiden, a grenade putting on.
The hell-bent on his revenge, the last one, totally forgot. Or, the hell-bent on his revenge, the last one, forget and has gone.

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2025年04月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 697th. week

Towards the kennel, forget your master aren't you, she cries.
Gooey how it, at the bottom of fuel oil, holding an woman.
On evening in spring, at the garden of the boss's, to make a blunder. Or, Because of getting drunk, at the garden of the boss's, peeing myself.
On their engagement, coming to visit, a fake shepherd is.
Caught in a shower, idling his time away, a water sprinkler is. Or, caught in a shower, selling oil, a water sprinkler is.

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2025年04月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 696th. week

Of his mid summer gift, as it turned out, a thief on a journey in there.
Beyond tide direction, of fish roe, at their best
Catty-corner to my table, giving and taking their sake cups, she with the boss.
Of the motor lodge, allover the floor, round-leaved sundews glow.
With an edible dog, of a baby found, to stand sponsor to them.

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2025年04月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 695th. week

The young wife, a freshly grated brush, licking ever again. Or, my wife, the man just losing his virginity, having his sex twice.
After the rain, a maiden, the dragon abducts.
On low tide, the maiden, to dredge a dragon.
On the plain nature awakening, running a way, on the tank. Or, on the plain nature awakening, taking hand in hand, the tanks go.
In the greenhouse, in the night like this even a demon may satisfied himself, under Dutchman's pipe blooms. Or, having sheltered life, in the night like this even a devil may satisfied himself, by that Dutchman's pipe blooms.

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2025年04月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 694th. week

Because of the leading actress, even if her lover, cannot assassinate.
His face guard, spirited right down after, vanish into dust storm he did.
Must do it first thing in the morning, of his keepsake, to feed the dog.
With a red pen, of a dog-in-the-manger, the reminder there.
Chokeslam maybe, of who riding the dragon, by the scruff of his neck.

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2025年03月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 693rd. week

Buyer's market now, cuts of four women's meat, which do you want?
A woman cry stay there, drifting on surges, a helmet is.
A flower on my right, a few people, being beforehand with.
At the urban canyon, towards a woman with armpit hair, a head wind blows.
In a cradle swinging, with a corpus, to spend your summer vacation.,

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2025年03月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 692nd. week

Tu–whit tu–whoo, by an owl calling, into his trap to be caught.
My pledge of brotherhood with him, breaking off, the morning has come.
In the cockpit, to him in loveless, a diaper to leave.
To cross the moor, hem of her dress in scarlet, drugging behind her.
Of her dash and sprit, for firing up, finally I'm awake. Or, by brave my mom friend, blasting with dynamites, strikingly sounds we hear.

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2025年03月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 691st. week

On thin ice to walk, to the bottom of a lake sinking, and becoming the prey of.
Because of his oversleep, on the noon of Saturday, lifting a war whoop.
After kissing with her, tracing of there are, got a splinter in my neck.
Covered with mud, taking off her skin slimly, her ecdysis may be.
To wait upon my princess, for just today, a good soul I am.

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2025年03月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 690th. week

Having a really hard time, furrowing his brow, something beside there.
In the naval port, only one person left, the ace of aces he is.
Of dredging, waiting the sounds stops, a maiden stands.
The season picking up comes, in arm of the sea also, the night ripening in red.
Even the owner dead, moving and waiting for, his rocking chair is.

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2025年02月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days the 689th. week

Across a border, striding and sing, a bossa nova song.
At London, with an elephant and tanks, the bridge collaspes.
Supposed his death, on purpose, waiting at station to.
A maiden releases, a butterfly fly away, bold her love's.
Losing her mind, with the simpleton, she had eloped.

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