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#301    Ok come on guys.
Especially if you use charm.
The great thing about her mother?
You say your magic. Old test. Right yarn.
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#302    Bricks and mortar like all that's said.
Build art and poetry for the worlds ahead.
And when the sticks and fears are dry.
No home is warmer than the eye.
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#303    Four female brains one painted larger by me.
During my visit to an all girl art class.
With no home in a forest of glass.
If you ever get that lonely ask.
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#304    When mankind broke the sound barrier (sorry).
Soon every man could talk.
So anything stronger than zero meaning.
Could ask you for a walk.
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#305    If there is only just things.
What happens with importance.
Would you like a cup of coffee.
A universe loves orbits.
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#306    Sooner or later there's a whole flow.
And you get to drawer all that sand.
Take me down to the Movies for inner tubes.
And hush like Judy's yes I understand.
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#307    I'll believe in unfurling nonsense.
If uncocooning can save a world.
Or if the theory of hellotivity.
Can incline a woman curled.
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#308    Where would I hide all darkness.
If it was all you feared.
I would hide it in the larkness.
And smile if it teared.
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#309    But there's a reason for things in twos.
And thinking is its song.
Have you ever told yourself a lie.
But rhythm stopped its wrong.
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#310    The most beautiful colors of a painting.
A universe or pun.
Where sometimes we find are two.
There was only room for one.
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#311    New quatrain first lines show.
There are many ways to go.
While second, third line and last.
Remind us there is a glorious path.
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#312    Where does "the nowhere" hide the vast.
Hair growing back slow not fast.
Where does a calendar's eons hide.
Angers the bed linens would never try.
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#313    Would you like to go for coffee.
I know where they serve it weak.
And cooperations barely know.
Where defeats need meat.
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#314    A newspaper to me always solemnly feeds.
Deep corrections that each field beds.
That I turn for harvest of flaw's sweetest seeds.
And know things not needed to be said.
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#315    I just remember you.
When all the world's afire.
And dreams come in from another place.
And I journey to the last desire.
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#316    I heard about a loneliness.
That is as walk as mars.
With two porch chairs soft as romance is.
In a house above the stars.
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#317    When navigating the land of people.
In the forest of what's truly going on.
I envy their skill of knowing clearly.
Invisible symbols of hearts so strong.
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#318    Tangles must be so confused.
Come here go away in one wish fused.
Problems like a loyal dog.
Fetching wonder when you throw god.
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#319    You know how lasting silence is.
When a finish line remembers a race.
When you catch me glancing.
I try to make that face.
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#320    How about a solemn toast for what we've said.
The last thing people believe we hope.
I saw it once on the tip of the young.
A forgiven so bold in scope.
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#321    Hiding in bushes at poetry reading.
Until someone arrives portage.
Running to be first one seated.
That's not dangerous that's corsage.
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#322    Powered by the hour of compression.
First you lush two trillion learns.
And when you stir in a timeless question.
Then you've heavened all my turns.
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#323    I let you dream for forty seconds.
In that nightmare you have each week.
Then I woke you with a quiet touch.
And wished all rescues could be that meek.
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#324    Crop Circles talk in circles.
The same as everything we know.
Please clockwork universe speak to us.
We pushed far the-not new snow.
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#325    Horizons where we look.
A chin bowed down to knee.
The shadows on a gentle brook.
To be mistook for trees.
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#326    A children's charity drive thankyou ad.
Cryptically written, where words need pride.
Using several advanced symbols.
To make educated donators teary eyed.
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#327    Man against his pen.
Locked in combat till the end.
If you ever read these words.
Know I won by sunrise birds.
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#328    People are the boldest landscapes.
And where I fear to run.
If I wake from ocean sand shapes.
I must have met someone.
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#329    Every ten days a starving mind.
Finds one with mourned relief.
In a portion smaller than kind.
How rare is the sworn belief.
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#330    I wish they were all called peace keepers.
All police and military force.
As I bend grandfather's pipe cleaners.
And learn his world of course.
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