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My 2233 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#421    Thy so ripe passed middle age.
Why shy eyes might disclose.
And I by hopes tie my wither cage.
Escape nigh hat tip knows.
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#422    There is a bravery so contrived.
It nearly can't exist.
To look on all the near before thee.
And not move or make a wish.
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#423    I spend ten hours asleep every-night learning.
Another ten thousand of my theories are true.
Can we think any nice of a real world so dice.
Every life that ever lived thought new.
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#424    Welcome weary endless traveler.
Come in and rest your bones.
And let me show you wondrous thing.
I've done by staying home.
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#425    Like dripping cola into a pile of ashtrays.
It's called the oldest complexities effect.
Just mix in tall trees from zeroed suns.
And more what does the young gain from that.
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#426    How much apology does melt by air.
When would be lovers are allowed to stare.
And how much soul can eye linger take.
From men and women who hesitate.
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#427    And all the clocks that time forgot.
And the hourglasses too.
And start them all at once.
To time my love for you.
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#428    I'm only drawing colors from pictures.
Like the interesting much of yellow.
So can I please love you, like a stammer.
And live forever within more hello.
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#429    The sky looked for me like telescopes today.
And somehow the evening won.
I took great pains to hide my warmth.
Yet I think it saw my shun.
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#430    The frog's way to pollute is very clever.
An eerie low quiet no bog can jeer.
Untill awake talkers become very peaceful.
Then true tips of pine cones can steer.
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#431    Heart with proper direction finder.
To find a way up every minute.
Finding that positive so small.
To steer by such goodness in it.
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#432    Test all watch a sunset.
If none presenteth thee.
Hearts but willed with unrest.
Could point to one and see.
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#433    Make sure you take your mind off the computer.
A zero command no one can understand.
Then find a jerk, that you like. And tell us about it's boot.
And how it's "math-dreams end up." Hidden in the mute.
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#434    To live eight decades with no fun.
And not rebound the leerable option.
Like a weird judge behind a small room divider.
I unfold love across my bench too often.
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#435    They like the thought of you so much.
All my brain cells took a vote.
They want to think of you everyday.
So here's a poem they wrote.
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#436    Listen to your dreams.
They call you accurate names.
The billions of voices, searching for equals.
Only call you games.
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#437    Around your toaster I hear things.
Lovely is one such word.
That goes on anything not yourself.
How envious butter heard.
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#438    Well let's see if you count the sun.
Then divide by a mist of stars.
And put all atoms in a clockwise circle.
I'm forty three cookie jars.
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#439    I wanted some alone time.
I strapped myself to-your dream stairs.
It started with, come on up.
A diamond and what's in there.
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#440    Curse oh well the golden way.
A million times wide and vast.
It is the heart's most cruelest may.
The mouth must open and ask.
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#441    Fish say hello.
The same way a field of cotton tries.
Happier in the evenings.
Just before the test of eyes.
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#442    I love the time before morning.
And the bird songs just before dawn.
Words aren't mean before warming.
And the sleeping are never wrong.
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#443    On the night I saw a faint Morse code.
From far beyond a spider's thread.
I discerned that signals carry power.
Because power only carries dread.
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#444    Benny did-you eat the stairs.
Where is that beetle in thee.
It's called a waR-Mat.
It's "terrible" tingles in me.
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#445    The greatest things there are to see.
Are made visible by observations.
The way the heavens own no light.
Or return key constellations.
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#446    Sip. Do it again. Lie down.
And bet some honey on that toaster.
She-has inner-eyes this big, that hot measure.
And we both know he will coaster.
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#447    A world that moves so fast outside.
Tires a seek inside so slow.
The anyway my idea escapes.
My inner eye must go.
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#448    Does my inner candle.
Cast shadows on my cell.
Or does wind and castle.
Cast shadows on my shell.
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#449    To know friends by their predicaments.
All choices are beauty when froze.
Standing farther than lonely beside them.
As silence unblissed earning chose.
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#450    Try not to speak rice of America.
The only way to go.
Dancers in the blinding snow.
The deep earth-anchored nightclub table woes.
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