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#601    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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#602    I need a belief bubble right now.
It's all re-pus owning fail.
Go ahead. Hold up a deck.
You are my favorite nail.
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#603    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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#604    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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#605    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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#606    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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#607    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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#608    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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#609    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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#610    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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#611    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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#612    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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#613    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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#614    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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#615    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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#616    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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#617    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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#618    On the front yard lawns.
I saw a horrible fight today.
Infinity surrounded eons.
Good thing I looked away.
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#619    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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#620    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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#621    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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#622    Arrivals by an engine's evermore.
The Frost-Goals, within two meek's.
His paintings-divide each cup of tea.
Her paintings-divide strong weeks.
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#623    I pondered the existence of.
Might there be a perfect lake.
I'll walk into after sun rain puddles.
But like your eyes I'll hesitate.
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#624    If he measures good souls by their ounce of bad.
And bad souls by their ounce of good.
Santa Claus must sometimes be sad.
And wish he held such a gem if he could.
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#625    Moonlight silhouette of a flea inside a parasite.
On the stomach of mankind's all.
A look to the curtains, a touch of the havens.
And of course a wisdom's brawl.
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#626    To make a decision without the twist.
When innocence gets that notion.
To walk unwrung where writhe persists.
That nice directionless motion.
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#627    Be quiet when you hold a human being.
And try hard not to hurt their spin.
Of all the creatures that near the Mozart.
They'll have the thinest skin.
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#628    Listen to this idea? That weapons laugh.
They crawl all the way up you. And eat you half.
In Florida research is fine.
Try asking a practice~target, "can you spare a dime".
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#629    That music is by Taneyev.
Where I only hear note~b.
Asking a mother.
Would one-branch-make her a tree.
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#630    Front door clock with one foot tangled vines.
Of a man who keeps his outings short.
His full appreciation for real world maidens.
But it's just his own errors he'll court.
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