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#541    I think of you when shadows slant.
Because that's where beauty cries.
Difference wanting to touch but can't.
But at least the angle tries.
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#542    If I tuned my antennas to that lowest frequency.
Somewhere far away from your kiss.
If I spoke point one new words a year.
Would you know that I exist.
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#543    At fifty knots per hour, where do you park around here?
He's attracted to women.
But when they start unpacking this guy.
They find he's got all these names stuck in-em.
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#544    Sorrow weighs too much for some.
Years being draged behind.
Yet they only weigh as much to sprung.
And raise a window blind.
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#545    Harmless entertainment has saved all worlds.
Peace for just a dime and the forehead furls.
And for those without it that have no new.
Harmful entertainment will have to do.
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#546    Dream evil caused by temperature.
And niceness caused by cool.
And all night long dream thermostats.
Were endless wars of rule.
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#547    Shadow not the people suffer.
Nor vow how they can joy.
Aim the sky towards forever.
Then gently find a toy.
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#548    How my morning knows no night.
Friend why do you haunt me so.
Just on the other side of sight.
Roams mind as far as know.
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#549    I set my sails of diversity.
And for a lifetime watched for wind.
Never realizing controversy.
Must firstly move within.
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#550    Quick now you have zero time.
To invent psychic power and predict.
Too late, your mind's made up.
And lightning grew a world at tip.
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#551    What was heaven or what was hell.
That can use such whips from one brain cell.
From what begins like a typist's eyes.
No man can count all his autowise.
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#552    There is an un-disrespected String.
Because the Kite knows Fame.
But within the weather's Deal or no Deal.
Inner height Types just the same.
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#553    Were that I an iceberg.
With no hope of knowing thee.
And you were but a lovely ship.
Oh yes do sit here please.
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#554    Down on his shin, pour leg, pour leg.
Recall, recall, amnesia.
Avoid the spring, end traveler.
And we're off, well did that please ya?
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#555    To learn new things for my own use.
And not learning for use by others.
With the straw of knowledge I choose to drink.
Because the straw to breath just smothers.
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#556    Ten men around a conference table.
With a painting of themselves on the wall.
Self interest being the greatest insult.
A lift can give a fall.
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#557    The weight of Shakespeare on a chair.
As old as distain glass.
I caught the writer moving so.
The hardest sting to ask.
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#558    Packing deliveries, I've never seen.
Salinger, rise no more.
As I would hold, out one hand.
Do you suggest what for.
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#559    If I gave you moon dust.
Would you throw it in the trash.
Or forgive a man for soon must.
If he was quiet enough to ask.
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#560    The world is exactly as exciting.
As stimulation-levels too low recede.
Like a poet saying you have a symbolism.
As normal as wind blown deeds.
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#561    It was just a test. But was never removed.
I'm glad it was just the two of us.
Let's stay away from that stuff called guess what.
As you can see it burns by wind gust.
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#562    A reed releases its seed to the wind.
As the best effort it can possibly do.
To ensure that the water level does not recede.
Excuse me may I shy to you.
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#563    She dances inside my sky thoughts nightly.
So I can never go up there.
Staircases are-only for the idle.
I will always rest down here.
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#564    Ready ready, hurry hurry!
Snap the sorry cast on.
Not for me. Not for tea.
He's not even sure of Captain.
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#565    Comically given the dance of tune.
Re-motorized for traction.
Into the wells do never sweep.
The truly half done action.
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#566    And here is the seven forty five.
Right on times and true.
And men begin the castings then.
The wait at Shakespeare's shoe.
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#567    On the front yard lawns.
I saw a horrible fight today.
Infinity surrounded eons.
Good thing I looked away.
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#568    Right for candy! Wrong for gold.
My very-berry castings.
Liver-shiver, I've been told.
Is ripe, and filled till taskings.
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#569    But stars have beauty over there.
Son, you have no passion.
The rise in meadows have one bloom.
The blue, of plastic masks on.
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#570    To be most proud of an empty quiver.
And not wield a frozen whip.
To stand in the way of an endless shiver.
And not need a spoken quip.
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