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#511    The only thing youth need to know about atoms.
They can learn best from the sandbox averages.
Building everything with all their and heart and soul.
And borrowing forever from the untoned adages.
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#512    Basically within five minutes.
I'm this excited, about sand.
And then I hear it, "five blocks London".
Her "washing machine" cursing man.
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#513    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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#514    Too soft. And too brave. As dried up sand.
Her first novel; Is Rain as Coat as Date?
It seems whenever she's done, talking with me.
Nothing ever, comes from where I wait.
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#515    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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#516    Test all watch a sunset.
If none presenteth thee.
Hearts but willed with unrest.
Could point to one and see.
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#517    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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#518    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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#519    Listen to your dreams.
They call you accurate names.
The billions of voices, searching for equals.
Only call you games.
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#520    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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#521    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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#522    A very well rested frog on a rock.
Who has never needed to look upward.
Studying mysteries of the brook he is reading.
Kind of like feeding supper.
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#523    Why are there no cars here?
Am I facedown because of my tune?
Why are frogs, never lonely?
And why are there lakes on my moon?
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#524    Why are there "pressures" to try for?
Why do clouds seem like concrete blocks?
And why does it rain every Saturday?
Is it because-sometimes I'm a rock?
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#525    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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#526    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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#527    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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#528    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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#529    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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#530    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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#531    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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#532    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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#533    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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#534    Does my inner candle.
Cast shadows on my cell.
Or does wind and castle.
Cast shadows on my shell.
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#535    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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#536    Look at that pay dirt. That's what
I've been saying. I'm surprised it
has no internet. Try and talk about
that without playing.
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#537    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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#538    I love our minds and how we think.
And how thoughts are hills and wavy.
But there's something missing I'm not sure what.
Like perhaps there's not enough of maybe.
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#539    And all throughout thoughts I guessed so.
Tired is-that sound most likely.
That there must be enough traffic somewhere.
That knows your character slightly.
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#540    Without pressure only desire.
Is there such an iron forged.
Refined by never known admire.
Steel bars my mind calls yours.
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