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My 2030 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#301    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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#302    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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#303    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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#304    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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#305    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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#306    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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#307    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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#308    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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#309    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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#310    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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#311    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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#312    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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#313    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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#314    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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#315    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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#316    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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#317    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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#318    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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#319    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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#320    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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#321    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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#322    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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#323    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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#324    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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#325    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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#326    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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#327    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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#328    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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#329    I have forgetful paranoia.
Which means, to wish for two.
To rise above then not detect.
The worlds beneath love few.
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#330    Close to home I stayed and cleaned.
By balanced or dangled broom sticks.
A personality I kept so teamed.
My buoyancy solemnness mix.
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