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My 2233 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#301    Then my five pixel camera.
Answered her question in kind.
Inside must be simple.
Because outside is all time.
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#302    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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#303    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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#304    Man in egg shaped chair.
Lowering by thread, to the average.
And recording the audio and imagery.
Of his cavern age.
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#305    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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#306    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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#307    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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#308    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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#309    Have you ever searched the Internet.
To find your other word.
And pro wrestlers holding large writing pens.
In headlocks almost heard.
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#310    She would have to be homely.
And know where dust lies stilled.
With eyes as moist as only.
And tea just as fulfilled.
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#311    To always love simplicity.
And believe it must exist.
To finally make a painting thus.
And arm its small with bliss.
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#312    Wonderful flying feet.
Unfortunately body hangs.
Knowledge is an empty street.
That owes its seethe to gangs.
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#313    The atom which mattered said to the atom unsung.
I love you but please don't watch the fun.
Have you ever been lonely within a breather.
That's kind-less, where pearls send all levers.
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#314    When silence comment's on a situation.
It provokes no reaction.
The hardest heart in the deepest despair.
Surely needs that traction.
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#315    Stack toilet paper rolls according to hidden messages.
And they'll become an elaborate mess.
That's cool knowing too much about a world.
But each stung becomes the dawns of chess.
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#316    Living like the bird unfound.
How unsword is the small profound.
Forgive a universe that meanly hides.
All the needs of a world in prides.
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#317    I am the night and wind at play.
Forlorn as your tinge of day.
If there is a magic word for hope.
Of it I shall never say.
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#318    Our lives are not our details.
Our eyes see not our diaries.
I knew you well with zero tell.
Because I only drew the ironies.
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#319    Confusion generators run on mixture.
With opposition and support mixed well.
Power your world with one choice of shifter.
Then kick start with one bliss and tell.
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#320    Words that build are told for height.
Rare among none we say.
As easy as living a few stacked right.
To measure a man's decay.
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#321    That's John. He's throwing it. But why sir only two?
Unless you mean the ropes sir? No! I'm only mean to glue.
Think of "things" in memory. Time was not "like" that.
It was "like" a watch for instances, that only asked for slack.
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#322    I always know when I'm in love.
Like trees a desert lends.
I thought I saw you twice today.
Of course it always ends.
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#323    To see who through a dimpled glass.
And know pi sums of lean.
My life fills up a painting masked.
Five symbols shy tons unseen.
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#324    Have you seen where I've been looking?
I can't find it anywhere.
I thought I left it inside my freedom.
So it could be any care.
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#325    All the world a host of hours.
Needs every second thought we'll have.
To steer the spoils away from sours.
Could you-aim your shy-sweet sad.
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#326    Massive raises its head.
For funny charger time.
Mistaking colossal's help.
And humanity's "flame" as mind.
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#327    Near the edges pierced unnamed.
With the strangest tacks of meeks.
Favorite art we hang unframed.
On a plane that does not preach.
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#328    Mind keeping every overdose.
Like the way we were.
Attention to detail's silver coast.
Moustache "I" concur.
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#329    Here is a photograph of us last year.
Well actually it's a poem.
But we're frozen just as hard I guess.
In that stuff we won't call known.
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#330    The pretty Doris option.
Somewhere in her home.
Her eyes with safety measures.
Breaking pyramids down alone.
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