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#451    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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#452    Boat massage.
Why can't you forget your flows and ebb's.
And let things fall.
Stacked like things un-said.
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#453    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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#454    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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#455    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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#456    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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#457    At least an orchard. Seems to be admired.
A single Buckyball. A single man retired.
How many reasons does he need to hear.
We've reached the store. Is this enough, my dear.
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#458    People stepping backwards.
To let roll of newspaper climb.
Woman locking apartment door.
For unusual length of time.
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#459    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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#460    And then I hear it. Do it right.
Busy-Outside, The Sergeant of the Stage.
The Life you Spend, you Spend.
Milly isn't here that way.
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#461    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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#462    A massive ship leave as half you can.
Open your crackers and hope.
Don't look down at the length of her legs.
Mars will only have one quote.
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#463    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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#464    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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#465    That's going to move our budget a bit.
All of us slow, slow, slow.
Let me at it then. Sharks inside sharks?
It's something. I'm feeling it pro.
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#466    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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#467    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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#468    Well, how about it? Want to show me that movie stuff?
Seen as the horizon is now a dreadful investment.
Can I be your serial girl?
Since our watches are flashing "no estimate".
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#469    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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#470    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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#471    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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#472    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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#473    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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#474    Where did that go? Oh my God, he's here.
And she went, Uh Oh Who's that? Is that Will?
And is that a Twist, bending around him?
Maybe he wants that filled.
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#475    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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#476    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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#477    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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#478    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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#479    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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#480    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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