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My 2001 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#511    Free of lime and free of rust.
Free of alkaline and no steer uncrushed.
May I please well man's unfiltered sounds.
And may I please speak clear water nouns.
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#512    I try to stay away from that.
Ergo women tracks remain.
There within inner field.
So far ahead she fames.
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#513    And if you imagine each thought was warm.
How could such a hot be normal.
Oh sweet choosey dragon how I wish.
The average cold trip was formal.
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#514    And then I wondered, somewhere near my wander.
If everything, chooses between a or b.
And if one-life, is just ten trillion buy ins.
To find results which are better for thee.
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#515    Please tea look for me. I could become your see.
Where it takes thirty years to steer one decree.
I'm in an instant gloat, from a distant far.
Where inner heavens turn towards. Look where are.
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#516    If you look, at perception.
Ten dollars for a month.
I wasn't saying that awake.
Just dreamed a favor thunk.
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#517    Lines of change pre-composed.
Are you done with that.
Comes from heaven thanks forgiven.
Very Deeply, lost a hat.
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#518    Drew rapture, drew on his face.
If tennis was a ball.
Nothing changes everything.
Behold her corporate wall.
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#519    I'm used to saying hey look here dad.
Funny like on your feet.
It's not the color or the size.
Last soldier boots left, is always neat.
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#520    You cannot see it.
But there's a flickering flame.
There's no monopoly on centers.
In the shadows game.
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#521    Anti-aging blistery morn.
Shoes not matching norm.
England does not march on Sunday.
Rally fortune's poem.
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#522    Soak in oil for the winter.
The, like not having some.
Cross your legs and tea some bitter.
And confirm the winnings won.
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#523    A professional is a person.
That dreams for others well.
While sleeping think so slowly.
For solutions they can sell.
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#524    Hum every object you've seen on television.
Ends in a landfill site someday.
And if you've heard humanity's wishing well.
You can almost commend each sway.
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#525    Design a sink, make it gold.
Newspapers can you, flow of this.
Fill with wealth, and had behold.
And in a diner, make her wish.
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#526    You're all hot compare I was.
The penalty of, Despair.
McGrewgan light night delight.
Upset dearest so, rare.
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#527    Indiscernible fluctuations or massive fluctuations.
Just how should I adjust world scope.
If I aim my dreams towards wind devils.
Should I report that I preferred to cope.
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#528    Rest oh wind that carries sin.
And fear what the heart calls merrier.
The 4 am pen must have no friend.
Or the treason of a window's barrier.
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#529    Noise where vegetables knock for game.
Hunger team ease your train.
Drop not, stock of thought.
Rewind be kind oh rain.
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#530    That's the one! Hidden peace.
Wake the November sure.
The mighty SL! in my heart.
Come into, in-my-store.
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#531    How do you know where the rivers go.
In the conscience of a dancer.
How do you know where the electrons go.
In the search for the never answer.
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#532    Thanks to electronic "names".
I'm seeing it's label face.
The worst "art" of unfiltered-news.
The dark shadows that we taste.
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#533    My soldier and my warrior.
Are friends in their old age.
Though oddly, cafe table choosing.
Remains the warrior's forte.
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#534    That could mean.
A dust, like angry sky.
I wonder where the yellow went?
I told you Byron lied.
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#535    It's so upsetting! Do come in.
I'm trying to rearrange the door.
And stack the angles, in a heap.
The good of any-more.
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#536    I love that!
The same way, velvet felt, was rhyme.
And doctors yet so numb I'm sure.
Could repair a verse of mine.
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#537    And the stimulation will never fall.
And no more than needed ever tall.
To make an evening a warm must end.
And normal must stall to make a friend.
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#538    Twice daily rascals!
Phone for backup sweeps.
One unbutton! Two unbutton!
Three, alert the meeks!
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#539    What did I say?
The lion gate's the same!
BRAIN, don't say it!
So near a velvet tame.
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#540    It's dark in here!
And no time has ever known.
Pass the buttercup, and some mind!
Cameras are dead in Rome.
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