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My 1984 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#541    The spiders dance in Neptune's horror.
Where passwords forget their pain.
Excuse me do you accept Visa here?
Earth is-my home again.
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#542    For love of time or money.
A river should be, so bold.
Ticker tape, or funny.
And suggestion, just as old.
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#543    After grabbing the nearest vest or cloak.
On the way to the test of steam.
On behalf of all the best use for hopes.
Can you tell me what each career cleans.
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#544    An imagined slow leak in an air mattress.
Feels the same as a real one theres.
Exactly the same way falling in love.
Knows that real time disappears.
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#545    With wrong for heavy, and light for rain.
Who knows where dancing goes?
Perhaps. The very first hiding spot?
Beneath the yellow rose!
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#546    But I'm a statue! Hear me not.
Demure has no disclose.
Except to say, just one thought.
Five broom sweeps, and one pose.
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#547    If we spoke by colors only.
Oh what things we'd say.
But our world is hurt by thrown glee.
So my favorite color is gray.
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#548    Tangles be my corner shop.
Her hair, the yellow rose.
To stare forever into the mop.
And never banter prose.
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#549    I Imagine we are authors of our own lives.
But we are never allowed to curb.
With only enough time to think "what word comes next".
During the second we urged last world.
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#550    A universe with so much to learn.
But oh I'm crushed by gloom.
For all I know are simple things.
And you just left the room.
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#551    Now I understand poker.
To aim one must not stray.
To make the sound of thunder.
Some dreams must be thrown away.
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#552    I'm in love with Normalcy.
I seen her twice near Perfect Lake.
She had no reason to make a choice.
But there's no such way to hesidate.
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#553    I recently painted a blank hole in a painting.
By removing a superman with boxing gloves.
And then in the streets I saw men unfighting.
Just like the way unbacking does.
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#554    A man with an unblockable view of the moon.
By duplicating himself like a robot.
Odd floppy airplane that will never fly.
At bottom of lake facing hill top.
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#555    My cat sees continents in the corners.
And constellations in the jars.
And though I never say good morning.
I see near things in the fars.
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#556    Let me raise a toast to artists.
Dreams and atoms are just lots of dots.
With the only way to be or see things.
They connect the dots with thoughts.
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#557    I saw an amazing thing today.
A choice was right or wrong.
Inner judgment was weak as may.
So atoms were quite strong.
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#558    Do it yourself. Suit yourself.
Have a nice time and fun.
Too bad for me, I'm like a person.
Stronger when I was young.
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#559    The larger the lesson the less fine the teacher.
The Force can crush submarines or wine.
With hope abandon I ping my trust.
You get one chance every dine.
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#560    Kindle wood is very fairly.
Ready. But I don't need that nup.
Whining is very very rarely.
In tune with science coming up.
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#561    Where does mind hide high fidelities.
And level thoughts of my favourite melodies.
Songs so stung by such tall keepers.
And played so wrong, on each life's small speakers.
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#562    If a teacher is mad at a student.
And a large red bird flies in through totality.
If it lands on that student's finger.
Is that the nature of reality?
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#563    Until the announcements, are completely different.
I will hear these yesterdays at nine.
I'm alone, and where's the party.
Say it say it. Say these words like crime.
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#564    Because I want to stay informed.
I read newspapers of our world at play.
But in my mind I see their real mastheads.
The Plague of Thin Skins Today.
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#565    Many white boats docked working hard.
At achieving perfect singled positioning.
Long before the history of sand.
The more of man was listening.
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#566    It is not dust that I would harvest.
My work to be done like chandeliers.
So often when I look to artists.
I don't bring my can of years.
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#567    If and when a song is cost.
A recital hears a note wean.
Know it was a gentle loss.
If when and soft a tone gleams.
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#568    I look to the poets at the helms.
Finesse is a gentle stern.
Never pointless they only speak.
When culture needs to turn.
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#569    And traffic, such a tiny chore.
That Lilacs on the way.
Standing up, un-danceing more.
To lend you less a day.
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#570    Shut up and say it.
I told him he was right.
It strengthens the body.
I definitely know this blight.
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