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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

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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2015年05月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 160th. week vol. 3

Of starch syrup, to have a slow lazy way, on the stomach in the summer.
In the heat of her masturbation, to stick it at, by exclamation mark.
About a rose of a watering can, having no motivation in spite of, to buy a board.
A child of his great‐great‐grandchild, the way for the king, to do blocking.
With his ten fingers, to have a heated discussion, with sitting on an invisible chair.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 160th. week vol. 2

An old couple, furrows on their faces each other, to sing a duet in piles.
Before in this summer, about your shoulder blades, where should be there.
On a china bowl with rice, a trako and two cut eggs, a smile it looks.
Sundown, sterile women get together, dancing for a Bon Festival.
To be stained with the blood, to give a message exaggeratedly, a clown performs.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 160th. week vol. 1

A liar, to blindfold his own right eye, for singing a song.
Rhododendron flowers, trying to put on her ear, to try to cry.
P.S., at a lavatory, a lampoon left there.
A train leaves, too late now, a brass band left. Or, train leaves, at after hours session, a brass band left.
To shake a bouquet, in Isle. Kikaigashima, at the heliport.

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2015年05月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 159th. week

Hazy in spring, enigmatic it's, a contour line over there.
To feel a little tipsy, a badger blows to play, sounds from alto saxophone.
A window cleaner, to cry for, at the chapel to repent his love affairs. Or, a window cleaner to cry for, colours of the chapel to repent.
For his master never comes, to creak and wait, a wheelchair does.
To be scolded, only a face of an old broad, to be heavy handed. Or, to be scolded, only a face of an old broad, to exist.

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2015年04月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 158th. week vol. 2

Your swaddling, to have dyed blood, at the railway station for going.
On the watch tower, the rising sun, to skewer.
At daybreak, a woman who envies, to get dead drunk with.
Babel it's in, to fall dawn, to do a fib unnecessary.
A monk in black, a widow to give comfort to, on pillows filled with buckwheat husks.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 158th. week vol. 1

To have haven a cough, in Europe filled with sorrow, to blow my nose just only do.
To draw meridians on the earth, to try to do over again, His Grace does.
A melody performed by her flute, to be possessed by a ghost.
Of Shibusawas, to stack up skulls, to set there.
Over yonder despair, a mirror in, with your smile can see.

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2015年04月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 157th. week vol. 2

His Adam's apple, to be quivered and have slept, a trumpeter does.
For chikaramizu to give water before his bout at sumo, bottom of a ladle, to be broken.
To get the season wrong, at The Cherry Orchard, Ivan the Fool comes there.
About an dorayaki, to consult everything, rain comes even if.
Whistling a whelk egg case, in a gambling room, to appear in my dream.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 157th. week vol. 1

At our bedside, to write down tally marks for counting, six more we have.
For sunrise viewed at the top of the mountain, as making it up to her, in name only.
A ruled line to have been forgotten to draw, and got a love for this reason, sometimes happen.
For a wrongdoer, not to throw a stone to ward off, boys who have no names.
Itsutsuginu kimono for court-ladies, over Kanmon Straits, across to go.

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2015年04月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 156th. week

Furoshiki, to fold very rough, on making a farewell call.
To Iwa, even a scorched pan, reproachful to me.
To say good-bye, a mole which is a icon to love someone, of bib.
For sakuramochis, a daughter three years old what should do, to love insects.
By marching on march, from Mt. Niitaka, to go down.

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