2017年05月31日

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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2017年05月24日

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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2017年05月17日

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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2017年05月10日

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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2017年05月03日

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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2017年04月26日

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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2017年04月19日

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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2017年04月12日

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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2017年04月05日

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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2017年03月29日

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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2017年03月22日

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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2017年03月15日

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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2017年03月08日

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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2017年03月01日

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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2017年02月22日

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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2017年02月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 251st. week

Disliked by my father, kissing in the morning, to sunny‐side up. Or, dislike milk, kissing in the morning, to sunny‐side up.
To catch my breath, when the head feels heavy, to make allowance for.
To make the words narrow, how to bend the arms, difficult for me.
A calculator for calculating, over and over, to never get tired.
Also to need flowers, after Vera Caslavska jumping. Or, Also flowers stay, after Vera Caslavska marking.

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2017年02月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 250th. week

Number twos line up, two of us with the stupidity, to do up our hairs. Or, on February second, two of us with Gudon the monster, to do up our hairs.
In the lavatory, to be greedy for natto, my stomach rumbling.
With disposable chopsticks, waiting for three minutes, the water warming.
To lose and cry, a woman with a cigar, kissing because of.
My stomach rumbling, sounds of squeaking, like a refrigerator. Or, my stomach rumbling, sounds of squeaking, going to a refrigerator.

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2017年02月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 249th. week

That woman, a bit wet, to feel by her leg.
Haze in spring, to bow their heads, and flying spores. Or, spring is over, to bow their heads, and flying spores.
To pack up, as the bottom of a kettle, burned on.
With shallow wit, turning in a circle, muddy his eye does.
On the stairs, sounds of her high‐heeled, chasing them.

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2017年01月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 248th. week

To carry on my back, with a hole, a parachute I do.
So lonely I am, when three years later have passed, to get up I will.
Also in the morning snow falls, to fork into two, water gushing.
Two flies are there, with fur to be covered, at the door.
To have logged in, and finished it, to be a sum for tomorrow.

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2017年01月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 247th. week

At the island, the same size as the half of my face, a mushroom is there. Or, at the island, on the half of my face, mushrooms are there.
Did you it, on an ice tray, because of its sweetness. Or, your tongue is, on an ice tray, because of its sweetness.
Snow has fallen, to chase a tail light, morning comes.
About to get update, the day no record there are, because of the destiny.
To signal the coming of Spring, on a salt and pepper hair, the sun shines.

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