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My 2175 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#271    Hers was a quietness more than rain.
That a party of noises could not name.
You know that darkness where simple should.
I seen her once where the willow stood.
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#272    See what's there an awesome guest.
Intend my forehead furls.
As if shy fills my try with dots.
And shine with join drew worlds.
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#273    The unknown effectors in a galaxy are.
Hidden so closely yet we swim in their far.
For instance like knowing you so dependent on greet.
Is also affected by aglennicant heat.
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#274    I'm kind of hoping you'll have tea with me.
And tills hold choices in such high esteem.
And I'm hoping coffee is a scoreless game.
And no fans will jump or cheer our names.
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#275    Any world that can cast slow shadows.
Upon my flesh feels wise.
And all I need to do to choose one.
Is reveal my morning eyes.
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#276    Isn't it weird that things go right.
Who knew that atoms drive.
Right here so deep in the meaning of life.
Who knew that fathoms pride.
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#277    Heroes and I. We are nine o'clock in dreams.
Only on buses. Fully understanding seams.
Seeing what thinking smooths. With a lot of aint.
The internal landscape. We passengers create.
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#278    Would you mind if I crossed your path.
At the incredibly slow speed of wife?
I would only be a bother for just a moment.
And we could pass the time with life.
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#279    Scientists can't be held. Until the 7th.
Records are records! (of careers to chapter three).
I feel warm in this house. On scale just above RVs.
I'll give you a hint. Elaine Benes keys are keys.
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#280    One to one. Are they toasting fun.
Their feet tapping every beat.
Not one to none. Our once each sum.
Our slowness tapping kind of neats.
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#281    Like breaking a twig in four places.
Long art titles are no crime.
Thinking alone are the five spaces.
Joined by art broken fine.
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#282    You're trying to untie a not?
Listen "carefully" in this house.
You're not attractive, that's ok.
Mirrors point-north not south.
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#283    Where his dark San Andreas fault passes.
Through dark-palace floor of shale.
Every ugly masked jester.
Starts to look like a Nail.
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#284    Ask a world by endless chose.
What it arts and what it throws.
And on its hunch it carries those.
Secret votes the ladder knows.
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#285    Like when they build "skateboard-tunnels".
Where skaters and "bicycle-commuters" could power sway.
Television please have "mercy oscillations".
For kites and wedding bands out of day.
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#286    Like the quiet mind reaching out a hand.
To catch a friend's falling book.
We look upon the all of man.
Glancing long at brief chance or soot.
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#287    There's a fuse in life every ten feet.
They are sown for a harvest of dreams.
And oh how easy these lessons light.
By that candle of thought made of means.
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#288    I saw enough beauty.
Today to choke a horse.
It was a tuft of carpet.
That looked like you of course.
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#289    Do you suppose there's any truth to the rumor.
There's an endless long table between minds.
Or that words of a quatrain can be in love forever.
Or we could know each other like rhymes.
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#290    Behind a chimney covered front door.
In the middle gaze of hollywood.
She boils the kettle once again.
While it's raining frogs and all is good.
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#291    Fourteen seamstresses.
Making a perfect girlfriend's dress.
And not knowing which to love.
Her world or emptiness.
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#292    Where the difference pays a man.
His balance scale of goal.
A cruel trick that newest price.
Each piece is worth the whole.
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#293    In my favorite dream of endless rooms.
No thirds are heard for miles.
Where the subconscious is in control.
We use no words or styles.
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#294    Then my five pixel camera.
Answered her question in kind.
Inside must be simple.
Because outside is all time.
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#295    Thinking is the best fed curse.
Speak makes the separate wean.
To never know the less said worst.
What was part of us till seen.
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#296    If I were near smart enough.
To make everything just right.
Or would I hold my part of life.
At magic angle like kite.
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#297    A painting shall always have magic wings.
But will fly forever between two things.
It will rest upon the rocks it knows.
But will oft as thought fly far as chose.
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#298    To rise above ground level.
Be given a voice and breeze.
To stand just once and revel.
That's all I ask of needs.
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#299    The world nears all her cusps untold.
And steers by her rudder rot.
Rhyming nothing quite so old.
As the tiny private thought.
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#300    Oh chocolate will fix that.
You just have to imagine it.
But turn it down a bit.
I did and it reversed my "colleagues list".
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