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The Lion Sleeps Tonight


Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 272nd. week

Snow falling in the summer, with five Santa Clauses, having broken an appointment.
At 2 am, by a thin piece of a lemon, to be moved by it's kindness.
Under the weather I'm feeling, clang with a hammer, on Sunday.
A bandage I've boiled, so I'm bored, the night has come.
To rest her cheeks in her hand, no choices there are, the dream has over.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 271st. week

The bridge washed away, also to reserve and to give a nod, a collection day for.
On the sixth day after his death, a press‐up also, the season of will come.
At the stairs, someone on the bottom of, in the summer he has slept.
On the edge of a pupil, to paint it black, your name.
On it's last moments, to have parboiled, just roots of a cabbage.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 269th. week

Like a smoke screen, the sounds not to hear, he listens to.
Of my kocher, to exceed the boiling point, on going over the mountain.
Rain showers fall, on today also taking his children along, the scissors grinder does.
To sober my up, a woman stretching herself out, reading the lines on her palm.
A wash‐line pole, before rain falls, yawns.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 268th. week

By a dry rainy season, having too much time on our hands, looking up at the sky.
Speaking of her, to remain as us passing each other, how many years have.
A load off my mind, continue to be now, my shoulders are stiff.
From the front to the back to paint, cannot to balance out, the night has come.
At the lower right of, under an advertising pillar, a margin there is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 267th. week

The dead you were, the moon looking up, a blue blue moon.
With my little sister, of a double helix, falling down.
On a rainy day, to make a tea, before five minutes.
In sorrow, to scoop up by my right hand, star sands in.
In August, her widow's weeds to take off, and show her smile.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 266th. week

Against the light, to put off her gingham, showing to the long-leg.
Making high‐pitched tone, of the aged turning round and round, it turns away from his hand.
Of the boys, to keep holding their hands, shouting under the dark.
At dead of night, during turning over the leaves, a white tongue comes.
For odorigui, holding their sides with laughter, but I left alone.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 265th. week

Before summer comes, a day for hanging out futons in the sun, sweating. Or, before summer comes, a day for hanging out futons in the sun, working so hard.
On waiting for the tram, a man sitting next to, to cause my hey fever.
To sprain my, like abyss for me, a station platform there.
A crab if I were, for a doe of red-haired, to shave her face.
At his socks, to find in different colours, an orphan scoffs.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 264th. week

Of spin‐drying, waiting for to end, on folding my arms.
At a funeral hall, their shoes not to be lined up, a sign of getting moldy there is.
To get the military currency, dancing chakapoko dance, white dogs are there.
After an ambulance car, a child running to go, on Sunday.
Unwanted, to bite her remains, on a way today.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 263rd. week

Of warm jet, at an outlet, the rainy season begins.
A statesman also, going to the bathroom, to read a letter.
At a noodle restaurant, talking about my justice, the golden age is mine. Or, at a noodle restaurant, swindling as if justice, the golden age is mine.
A raccoon dog, like old‐fashioned blues, singing.
In a disposable shopping bag, same as a freshly severed head of, to weigh.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 262nd. week

Who gives the challenge, over the fence, a girl in white.
With cocked white rice, putting kimchi, crimson lips on.
For a porter's lodge, lights broken down, and the sun sets down.
The Red Queen is, on looking through her straddled legs, to see red.
By the lake, left alone, the man waiting for his saucer.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 261st. week

Casting a long shadow, of a man behind me, behind him furthermore.
To hold a dinner party, the last person, having gone after.
At bathing in the morning, of burned soy sauce, to have a smell of.
A little bird gone, at the next room, the situation about entropy.
With my decease wife, a brand-new toothbrush, to lay sth on this side.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 260th. week

Wearing her best clothes, three days late to, to say nothing for.
To wish raining, praying to an frog, at his Adam's apple.
To sharpen my claws, before boiled hot water, for shelling peas.
At his electoral zone, to cop out of, advertising for.
At chozuya building for cleaning hands and rinsing mouth, not to break off, a day using gore.

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posted =oyo= : 09:27 | comment (0) | trackBack (0)


Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 259th. week

To become clouded, pus at the nail lacked, on her little toe.
On a memorandum to write down, at the end of this summer, a demon comes.
On a bathtub, few strands of long hair, to get and tangle up.
On the elderly spinster, behind her wrinkles, eyes of an infant there.
On a spring vacation, his leather gloves, getting heavy by sweating.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 258th. week

As the sun sets, to run to and drink, sake cup comes.
Because of becoming hungry, until the kettle is boiling, something to do.
On my way to, to tie tight, her corset I try.
Like an cow, to pile up her highs, on the green field.
Even if to sweat, a look to get wet also, to try not to show .

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posted =oyo= : 09:02 | comment (0) | trackBack (0)


Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 257th. week

At this time yesterday, on the corner at the second street, a stain of someone's urine.
For standing her up, in my own time, rain in winter.
After the door closed, trying sobbing, and to try to cry. Or, put it away, trying sobbing, and to try to cry.
To look up at, coming April 1st, my wallet is.
Repairing umbrellas, behind her mother, sharpening scissors.

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posted =oyo= : 09:03 | comment (0) | trackBack (0)


Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 256th. week

Blooming in red, on the edge of right bud, an aphid there. Or, blooming in red, on the edge of right eye, an aphid there.
To have a hard time and, rick forever, your mother's remain.
After a bath, with high up in the skies, going to a restroom.
A finger is there, by Le Passe-muraille, left behind.
Not to shine of the sun, on the belly of Budai, at this corner.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 255th. week

Be clever at, a flying girl"s, counting her chickens before they are hatched.
Cedar pollen in the air, slices of salmon, sun drying.
Of a sailor-suited school girl, under a ribbon, buttons are there.
A day once a month, A flag in monochrome, to hang out.
On my right cheek, to leave unshaved, in the western sky.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 254th. week

A bug inside in, of two are piled up, paper cups there.
Also on a rainy day, to say a missing person, have a nice day!
On a hole in the wall, to stick thin paper, her shoes make sounds.
To untie a bundle, to make some hairpin bends, power cords in.
Don't over do it, on the day your coughs stop, to spit blood.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 253rd. week

At the a laundry corner, the finisheds washing her face, there are one of
On Tuesday, of cyclopses, two have wept. Or, on Tuesday, the first one, two have wept.
One drop from, her hair tied up, like a tip of the brush.
To knit a boat, under the crotch of the earth, trying to pass you are.
Between sunset and 5 pm, setting fire.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 252nd. week

Also Mokichi have worried, to make corrections, seeing or looking.
The woman, leaning forward isn't she, to curl her lip.
My packing, a pussy cat beside, she grooms.
To turn to, both knees wetting, with his short pants.
Of a party of two, about eating soba, to value judgment each.

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