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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2018年08月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 329th. week

Of the man who has gone, not to urge his on, even if Oni do.
To lie on my stomach, to feel servile, the red shoes I can see.
How you can see, of the mask torn, inside in.
Under autumn sky, only a Japanese hand towel, wet gotten.
On compare heights, to see the persons to choose, for choosing one.

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2018年08月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 328th. week

To take his saxophone, the right little finger of him, to get the shakes.
The sun goes down, standing on her tiptoes, the chairs are shaking.
In the box, her windpipe of a nun, a red tongue is.
A cup of tea, after spilling, to have two cups of.
A flower blooming, after the dance with, having tricked.

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2018年08月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 327th. week

Before I'm gone, for the night when I revive, to make a request of mine. Or, before I'm gone, for the era when I revive, to make a request of mine.
Because of opening a store, only a advertising gift, decreasing in number of.
Under cover of night running away, scratches to measure the children's height on the pillow, with their lines of tears.
Typhoon, carrying on his back, a giant runs away. Or, typhoon, to chase, a giant runs away.
On a fine day, than a straw hat, what turns around more.

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2018年07月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 326th. week

By corn, being provided a breath of southern air, it swings.
On the spire, to stick by vinyl, to follow others blindly. Or, on the spire, to stick by vinyl, lightnings strike others.
To said you may go in, the man have no retreat, flying a kite.
At the heat of the day, also sunburn corpses, turning over.
To wipe my sweat, and blow, on a pinwheel.

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2018年07月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 325th. week

At the evening on summer, a strange fruit, failing to crop.
On the meridian, the dawn crossing, what colour it is.
As soft boiled egg, to regard myself, in the cage (to sell).
On the towel, to get her slaver, the tracks made of.
In an evening shower to be caught, also a saw get wet, dazzling it's.

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2018年07月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 324th. week

Under the basement, to mutilate the corpus, playing into my hand.
Rats get away, a tongue of the baby gets longer, the season has come.
To get some bows, two or three, roses of winter bloom.
Of the guiltlessnesses, from the window the one gone, today it's.
Towards a edge of the mountain, by force of circumstances, to burst into flame.

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2018年07月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 323rd. week

On his bald head, to keep a low profile, an adhesive plaster put on.
Red rust gotten there, at the kitchen sink, to fail in his social duties.
To peel a pear, who call her up, a child by a subordinate wife she is. Or, to peel a pear, also known as she is, a child by a subordinate wife.
While crying, to scoop to a dish, for large serving curry and rice also. Or, while crying, to order, for large serving curry and rice also.
At a a handrail on the bridge, his late mother to wish for, three days before.

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2018年06月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 322nd. week

Her hair, to have drown, figured from past.
At end of the month, also the white knight, conceived.
By distant thunder, only he's laughing, because of the heavy drinker.
Surely I do, to behave properly, on tomorrow I will.
To receive emails, hoist and line up flags, rainbow colour I get.

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2018年06月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 321st. week

Because of being obscure, by only one sneeze, coming as flying.
Of holly-olive, the season has come, a red clothes to wear.
Death of my father, and a lie by a woman, have weighed in the balance.
On the nape of her heck, being soiled, like a catering lady.
Even if looking back, for having forgotten, it rains today.

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2018年06月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 320th. week

On idle gossip at sewing circle water cooler, a woman competing, the who falling love is there.
With the painter, days of quarreling, to view with nostalgia.
Of the woman dressed in male attire, only her name, having recited.
To lout herself, on her grey hairs, putting the brush.
In waiting impatiently, under his false name, to buy an umbrella.

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2018年06月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 319th. week

Of the contract, only right corner, to wrinkle a little.
By melancholy, waiting for my president, being bore in the night.
To sentence us, being awe‐inspiring though, to have a critical lack he is.
Under the blazing sun, who have a hot tea, to know a feeling like that.
To tell a infant, things happens that, to pretend like her mother.

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2018年05月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 318th. week

Loud laughter, not an undead, talk big. Or, loud laughter, not an undead, eat a man.
Being hurry up, pale on her pinkie, stained with lipstick.
Drinking hot water, to have a cough, a grain of rice left.
Their mouthes sealed, even the one like Matsuo Basho, stay there.
A balloon falls, to smile in glee, a vampire does.

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2018年05月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 317th. week

Of the three, one of them, to close his eyes. Or, of the three, one of them, to turn his blind eye.
To clear his throat, a sound of, having good feeling for.
Of the stage setting, having a view from behind, the audiences there are.
To tickle, and your guts tickled, to turn over.
To have painted it red, even maggots not going to and from, on traces of tears.

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2018年05月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 316th. week

A staple it is said, a lie to be pierced, a hole we get.
Rubbish and garbage, to pile up and up, a woman's face made of.
Between a mother and a grandmother, in the center of, a father stays.
The criminal, same numbers of forty having no delusions, faces he has.
The equinoctial week's over, on the bowl of rice, a runny nose put on.

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2018年05月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 314th. week

On the swing, one of the bars there is, it's said.
Because of stiff on my shoulders, sudden turning quickly, on the ball.
With a hemp rope, for her pupils staring into, toothpicks does.
With sunshine in autumn, the reason why tears drop. ridiculous it's. Or, On a day getting tired of, the reason why tears drop. ridiculous it's.
Of girls sitting down on their heels, the skirts in scarlet, having wet.

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2018年04月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 313rd. week

Though being asked, in winter whether it blooms, about trifoliate orange.
And chisels, on the hat, with black roses.
In secret, a broken glass door, for the room to be decorated.
Also her lover, and the remains too, to have jumped off and left there.
On the other side of his back, on leaning over, make its appearance. Or, on the other side of his back, leaning in the cage, make its appearance.

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2018年04月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 312nd. week

To make an origami crane, pieces of gold paper and silver paper, wanting to not use. Or, though a crane is there, pieces of gold paper and silver paper, wanting to not use.
Even the girl, of the daughters on the colouring book by Kiichi, to paint with a little blush on her face.
It's no snowing, on Christmas Eve, a match to strike.
Toward Saburo, to roll purring, a caterpillar does. Or, to Saburo, calling him sometimes as Goro, a caterpillar does.
Jellied broth, to lick up, to know the taste in last night.

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2018年04月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 311st. week

Brightly, on a barber's pole, blood of a hare.
Bathing on the noon, at loose ends, my nuts floating.
At dawn glowing light, on backing up, another two hours for.
Into the sun, leaving tow of them, shooting a movie.
And things like that the bonds of, the balance not possible to get, to get cut and fall.

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2018年04月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 310th. week

A pool of blood there, under the tree of, stuartia on the dish.
Because of bending her body, also the tea pack, about to break.
So you lose flesh, and also Photoshop, betrayed I'm.
In the lavatory, a dream to pursue the horseshoes, I dream on today.
To break a bowl, soup spilled in it, wheat gluten sucks.

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2018年03月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 309th. week

To hold my tongue, because of keeping under her thumb, a lost article.
On Wednesday, Tuesday the day before, hateful it's.
Of sasanqua, by tapping its foot, budding.
On being cursed, even in hard times, to smoke a cigarette.
In the small shrine, layering of leather clothes are there, show signs of spring.

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