2023年06月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 559th. week

In the sky, a flying kite leads, to his grave.
Ter in die, for my savage mother, care with bedpans.
Pieces in red, from the air vent, gushing out.
Taking a bullet in his guts though, just singing always he does, the heard-hearted sergeant.
With her black hears, tied to a rope, a woman she is. Or, by her black hears, being arresrted, a woman she is.

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2023年05月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 558th. week

For my punishment, my left long finger, gotten caught.
Of limestone, leveling a hill, a charred body I found. Or, of limestone, leveling a hill, a charred body I burryed.
A quack doctor, to give a shot to her, dying to.
When the city breakouts, on my falling down, dog face in front of me.
Good day to you, catfishing as an idiot, an oniwaban the undercover agent.

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2023年05月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 557th. week

On the visiting, my mother with a broom welcoming, typical it's so.
Under a hanging corpse, looking up and bathing, shadow of the moon.
Of the diocesan administrator, one in ten sermons, all a dream ending it is.
Licking my saliva, toes of a woman, into the other's.
After his breaking out, just as thought, tending to self-deprecate.

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2023年05月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 556th. week

Even for sobering up, he cannot dispel the gloom, shot to kill.
In the enemy base, Peeping Tom Thumb only, waiting for us.
Detain me, by a quarrel between my wife, no home to go.
For blood-stained only, having gotten a taste for, a ruling pen.
Of a kitten, about a precognitive dream, the police officers are bustling.

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2023年05月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 555th. week

The colonist, with his ambition, taking a siesta together.
Of whom telling no tales, taking the misdeed, and live.
The last words of sacrifice selling, as defamation to him, regarding.
Just only, swaying in the wind, a door of the toilet.
Her looking unattractive, putting on freckles, becoming the heroine for.

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2023年05月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 554th. week

In my miso soup, secrets of the state and my wife's love, reflected.
On almost too late, the man whose bandana wrapping around on his neck, sinking in quicksand.
The eyeball, by four his fingers, on the sink crawling.
Of the spittoon, even sinking on the bottom, this is the money no matter who says.
By covering up with white cloth, on the dead bride, shelled her body.

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2023年04月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 553rd. week

The reports of the guns I hear, going for backing, snoring big they are.
One also here is, because of her non-virgin, not eating a woman. Or, one also here is, because of her non-virgin, foxy she is.
Macbeth's, imitating ridiculously, keeping him under her thumb.
The diver, his thirst, to complain of.
Only one push to give though, tokoroten for serve, she holds back.

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2023年04月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 553rd. week

A phone rings, with her bedfellow, mistaken me.
With Zhinu, handling smartly, a dog stays.
After death of the heir, by shrwdness of his younger brother, getting on bad sides.
Before going to sleep, of a bug in a bell, narrated by.
In a square for one sho, covered by azuki beans, Santa there.

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2023年04月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 552nd. week

At the police cordon, on lifting the lid of, a head of the doll there.
In front of a room forbidden to enter, a screw loosing, on the hinge of.
Turning a somersault, by a cane to avoid falling, hi the stomach of his own self. Or, turning a somersault, looking before leaping though, hi the stomach of his own self.
The Information minister, to his secretary scolding, refusing listing.
By a dandelion, gossips spoken, being amplified.

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2023年04月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 551st. week

On bolt of the blue, a destroyer alone, waiting on the hill.
In stratosphere, at verge of his death, a windsock flutters.
On closing down our shop, by a joke of the mummy, floating dust in the air.
Lost my ear, of a dream of the daughter, the rest of dream is it.
At night to view cherry blossoms, Damian dressing up, stands.

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2023年03月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 550th. week

Of the doll, on a slender nape, her hair unkempt.
Even like a pool of blood, no corpses in there, that's good for him.
In the garden scattered food, no way that they live, wolves' trace.
The glossary, having under her arms, to quarrel the lover.
On a tip of the branch, a caterpillar falls, and wind shine.

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2023年03月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 549th. week

With thick fried tofu, and Fried angel's wings, on three sticks of.
The end of television fuss, satisfing herself, a woman she is.
To weigh up, difficulty to find a women for us, rice-planting day though. Or, instead of to weigh up, difficulty to find a women for us, rice-planting day It will be.
For getting the treasure, one of her hairpin, to waste.
By potato, raising false hopes, wearing her hair in braids. Or, by Baron, raising false hopes, wearing her hair in braids.

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2023年03月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 548th. week

At their critical moment, it's just a dream, say with certainly please.
An alarm rings though, the sounds of beating the windows to hear, back to sleep.
At the platform, seducing the bald, appeal from her thighs.
At the end of the winding mountain path, by an azukiarai the yokai, using sophistry.
Behind the trap door, sleeping the accomplished woman, dyed amber.

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2023年03月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 547th. week

On small hours, a bus quite empty, on the road.
Under my eye's below, a building collapses, in front of he parks.
The refuge in Buddhism, instead of a Kappa's, in the house of Leopard.
Before noon, composing a dodoitu, and stepping on a bamboo foot-massaging board. Or, before fart, composing a dodoitu, and stepping on a bamboo foot-massaging board.
A doxy gone, on comforting alone, in the night. Or, a doxy gone, on masturbating alone, in the night.

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2023年03月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 546th. week

Her hand coming out, from the womb with eager, a thing she wants.
By spring rain, a zombi just one for, at the cemetery wet with.
A balloon hung down, and gone, the leopard in blood. Or, a balloon hanged down, and gone, the leopard in blood.
The dawn is breaking in the rain, one of children left after, to kidnap.
In the bath room, a lace lining there of there, having her own smell.

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2023年02月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 545th. week

Who knows, having double advantage for thorns, a mack daddy.
On a white glove, a drop of saliva, trickled down by her.
Climbing into your passenger seat this is why, for my dominant hand, your thighs to do my own things.
The politicians also, on her labium resting his cheek, worrying about the country. Or, the sexualists also, , on her labium resting his cheek, worrying about the country.
Of her abdomen, a wasp sticking out, a dead beauty's.

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2023年02月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 544th. week

The boys, why hanker after, cave men.
On the snowfield, as his keepsake, rolls of notes left.
Her younger brother, easy to anger but, his crotch to be a problem.
On the snowy day, to Oshiroi Baba's, borrow a sake bottle.
On this Mother's Day, a freshly severed head, as packages express.

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2023年02月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 543rd. week

Now gone, on the stair spiral, cashing after a lady's maid. Or, now gone, on the stair spiral, cashing after his second daughter.
A navel of the witch, knocking the wind out of, an earthworm does.
How many months and years pasted, on looking up, a door in the latrine.
Crawling back on her neck, talking lover's talk and shaking, a stick on her cheek.
In the broth, one leech, she add. Or, in the broth, one garlic, she add.

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2023年02月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 542nd. week

A false doctor comes and, the tongue of a baby, in the night he suck. Or, a false doctor comes and, the private of a baby, in the night he suck.
Her birds of feather, bolting out his face, preaching the justice.
Being besieged, the doctors away, form our secret base.
On your having a lot to worry about, what a very easy job, by an azukitogi the yokai. Or, on your having a lot to worry about, what a very easy job, like washing azuki beans.
A blue cat, a mom in Naniwa, getting laid by. Or, "Aoneko" the book of poems, a mom in Naniwa, getting laid by.

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2023年01月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 541st. week

With my cursed wife, taking along, and enter the sea.
After had a miscarriage, with her parents, tv I watch.
As my speech for the graduation, the hyperbola, I bend.
As her reward for him, the sock, she raises.
From the prison, knowing, the secret passage, because of his son.

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