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2015年09月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 179th. week

Boredom it is, to be a picture of, with a tissue.
Of the deeds, tear up five pieces, to confess his love affairs.
Although you say, to turn around the inside of, for going outside. Or, a demonstration for you say, to turn around the Parliament, becoming the outsider.
On plates of a drain, after the daruma rolling, blood on the tracks left by.
Licca-chan is, to spilt milk, dressing in white.

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2015年09月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 178th. week

The darkness at the bathtub, as coiling on itself, a serpent waiting for.
Also a young witch, to mount a rake, for tidying up a Japanese rock garden.
The tower in the control of him, at the nose of the future, to light up a cigarette.
To get old and fall in love, hands are trembling, not to write a letter.
Under mackerel sky, chawan's shakin', an earthquake with an intensity of lower 3 on the Japanese scale of 7 it must be.

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2015年09月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 177th. week

At a dosshouse, from there on her belly button, Toden Arakawa Line it goes.
Though seeing and falling love, hidden by her own hairs, her profile is.
Have finished to eat of all, for giving my name if you wanted, throwing my spoon.
Clack clack sounds from, at the bottom of a well, bones make. Or, clack clack sounds from, at the bottom of a well, bones note.
On an intermission, a grain of boiled rice to put on your butt, as your bento.

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2015年09月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 176th. week

A dancer making up as a torioi, trying to follow with her eyes, just only to see her chin.
By his split, on the dark side, to bloom it's nice. Or, by his split, on the saddle, to tear it's also nice.
To keep her sitting, of the dancer, to try to break three legs.
A few days before month-end, like the tsuyuharai of sumo, a sprinkler has gone.
Also a back door man, to run for his life, by the pendulum.

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2015年08月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 175th. week

For giving the challenge, to come and get off your head, she says.
Well done you have, though making me lie on a bed of thorns.
To break a rice craker in two, to tell my fortune, a pigeon has come.
Those children have not stayed there, at the time of the school's out, they issue a warning.
The last train has gone, a bench is there, for a poem to be read aloud in spite of.

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2015年08月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 174th. week

The thread snapped, to fall into the bottomless, awaken in my bed.
Being treated with I.V. fluids in, a woman's toes of, bad smell for tasting.
A dish before me, opening to show, a dick is there.
Someone to call for her, even though having an objection to, saying to see you tomorrow.
A calm on the shore, to suck my thumb, trying to know where wind comes from.

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2015年08月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 173rd. week

At the midnight after, to write down "ru" instead of "nu", with an absent-minded air.
More than the god, those who defines, frightening they are.
To be drifted, a woman cuddle up to, cannot have one my way.
Should take it by force, a white elephant, on the hand.
Yawns may be, someones cannot stop having coughs, with their mouths wide open under the sky.

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2015年08月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 172nd. week

In the field the sun comes, to write down "eternal", a dying child does.
To put down my cane, sunset comes for today, the three legs is there.
A hassaku orange after peeling, to let it alone, to see the backs of maikos. Or, at the first day of August orange after peeling, to let it alone, to see the backs of maikos.
Of his spouse, to help laughing, no rings on her fingers. Or, of his spouse, to help laughing, no fingers on her hand.
A dew on the weed, to wipe sweat away, empty kettle is. Or, a dew on the weed, after wiping sweat away, to reach for a kettle.

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2015年07月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 171st. week

Instead of drawing up a dead, to have a nail torn off, and saying yes. Or, instead of drawing up a dead, to have a nail torn off, and saying hold you in my arms.
Not to bite, to do hideaway, at this sunset wanna poo.
Tipsy I'm a little, have too much time on my, just ten minutes I have.
Hobbling on the street, walking in the shade, because of scratches on the shin. Or, hobbling on the street, walking in the shade, because with a guilty conscience I am.
A hooker, to look at the back of who playing a harp, having a feeling nothing to do.

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2015年07月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 170th. week

For deep nail cutting, a finger of yours you do, to want to lick.
The earth torn, a quarrel between siblings has over, a night comes. Or, the blood avoids, a quarrel between siblings has over, hasn't it?
Henomoheji a face composed by language, to turn over even if, it has same means.
To be stood up by, to wonder how to make thong broken, playing a ballon yo-yo.
An unglazed pot,to pick up, a beggar makes it a lid. Or, a girl shaved, to pick up, a beggar inserts him.

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2015年07月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 169th. week

Faked Roland Barthes in "L'Empire des signes", as a corpse of the forest, a vacant plot is there.
The Hall of Visions at Horyuji, to hear sounds hitting the door of, a shuin a seal stump from the shirin handed. Or, the palace for dreaming, to hear sounds hitting, hand job she does.
Than a swam of mosquitoes, that fellow to make complaints, you are mean.
Be moored, boats hitting a pier, the sounds storm will come.
To shade with his hand to see the sky, fickle as women, awkward he says it's.

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2015年07月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 168h. week After The Star Festival

By Hikoboshi, a cow to be leaded, to become the stars of sky.
From behind, to wrap his arm around her body, to see it a period panty.
To follow The Qixi Festival blindly, to try to meet the lover, a rainy day it is.
Also Eurasian Magpies, only one of them to get lazy, the bridge washed away.
On a strip of paper, one word forgotten to write down, a dream broken down. Or, on a strip of paper, one word written down, a dream broken down.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 168th. week

For a runner, treading on the base, to misread a pitch.
So impudence he is, after being unmasked his nature, to cut into juliennes.
A girl playing her bass guitar, to make herself heard in the crowd, and not to reach her fingertips for.
Send me your mail please, a voice to send to me, very sweet it was. Or, send me your mail please, a voice to send to me, too optimistic it was.
Hashihime the maiden of the bridge is, as a human sacrifice for overflowing, at a pillar upside down.

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2015年06月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 166th. week

Their cotton buds, not to run out and leave, to do a moonlight flit.
Of Ryokan, in his kimono sleeve, "The Rape of the Lock" is there.
The Death alone, to get on, the train called Your Hope.
To make a proud gesture, Hongo to shield himself behind, and in a straight line. Or, about their arms to transform into Kamen Riders, Hongo extends lengthwise, Ichimonji lays sideways.
At the backstage, three sticks broken down, ants are there.

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2015年06月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 165th. week vol. 2

To be trifled with, a finger of hers, to hook.
That's all and starting with, to run into red. Or, that's all and starting with, negative empathy I have.
In spite of being yearned for, the eight bridges to cross, to go wrong way.
At the end of this diet session, because of a sunny day in the rainy season, to find an excuse.
To be grabbing its neck, twisting his own back, for playing his guitar.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 165th. week vol. 1

By high pressure, my head clutched, and shaken.
A bully, a child has cried, changed own sex.
Of her patrons, as soon as to pursue she does, a tricycle to bump into.
Futatsume the second position on rakugo, the next position of is Shinnuchi the main performer, is the third and final position and has three eyes.
To be given false hope, in zang-fu the internal organs and the bowels, by the result to dissect it.

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2015年06月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 164th. week

A frog croaks, to see well in the dark, tears go by.
To have a bad stomach, Mitsuwo waiting, grains at rest room.
To have cum, on a tap having long neck, a line of sweat is there.
At row houses in a back alley, to tie her legs, just a woman she is.
A streamer stands, to hold my head in my arms, a day for the masked.

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2015年06月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 163rd. week

To press your luck, a cap laughin', stupid how you are. Or, to put on your head, a cap laughin', stupid how you are.
A warning it's, to keep it to be twisted, on the chair you sitting.
Only some threads of her hair, to dye other colour, to be left not to cut.
A dead child, of charcoal grey, the oblong box in front of.
A wife of mandarin ducks, the edges of a shears she hands, to be turned up. Or, a wife of lovebirds, the edges of shears she hands, to be turned up.

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2015年05月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 162nd. week

To cut her own split hairs, her fingers trembled, to feel a foreboding of something.
Also menstrual bleeding, to tel her agreement, if pulling out a stopper. Or, also menstrual bleeding, to flow into an duct, if pulling out a stopper.
The man waiting for, to have nothing more to be heard, looking forward his neck.
Theremin in front of, to do gymnastics, a woman is there.
In the beginning of the rainy season, howling MRI, no problem it's over.

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2015年05月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 161st. week

At the edge of a pond, it looks a long face somedays, so let it down. Or, at the edge of a pond, never it come to float there are somedays, so let it sink.
A piper announces, the peep show there is, to show the flag.
To place salt to drink with, on her clavicle, where hot water gathers.
Wearing yukatas, on the road a sleeping person, to stride over.
Under blazing sun, behind a banner, a wok there is.

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