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My 1984 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#631    A single playing card in a void.
Illustrating favorite things.
A mind missing fifty one cards.
And the wisdom that game brings.
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#632    People holding paintings stolen from people beside them.
Showing what they would like to be.
On that grid where all good art lives.
You can phone the less of me.
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#633    But reciprocations are just as steep.
For two who sound like rhyme.
Have you ever tried to be so deep.
No thrill found you to climb.
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#634    The greatest gift to give yourself.
Is nondysfunctionality.
What you say is your finest wealth.
I'm in love with your polarity.
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#635    You should know I fear fast words like static.
So we should probably speak like storms.
The same way mammals discussing their feeling.
Honk their moan two horns.
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#636    Gold and yellow and Whittaker sir.
And not less than a perfect ten.
Ouch a friend.
The hanging upside down boxer's den.
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#637    A few dark clothes and beverages.
For the experimental king.
Trying to mine for mind again-
Some space, and resign to pen.
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#638    Bold as even writing sins.
As much as heaven has no eyes.
And statement onward delivers "light".
Afterwards the meanest prize.
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#639    And including all our muscles.
Please visitor do come in.
Wild-blueberries and the hush inside.
Onward let the trusts begin.
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#640    And underlings.
Let's re-coast the shore.
To em-pass, the decadence.
And remind the floor.
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#641    And an empty Sudan from your mother.
From her Serengeti tray.
How many fingers are on the numbers.
That can lift the March that way.
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#642    And how-has your music deserved such wine.
The big guy at your work defines.
Occasionally de-boarding, without stopping.
To begin the slips on time.
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#643    And even if a statue warms.
No sooner than we grave.
It is the wait through smitten winters.
That windows and nights have saved.
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#644    And so begins such a story.
Because kinships contain no spare.
I heard that rockets run on money.
That lift your beverage there.
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#645    Like Harper as a diligent.
Tired beyond all the escapees.
Unaware of skeletons-below.
While sleeping under trees.
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#646    Where slow-alarm clocks never planed.
And deserving showers must rust "unmanned".
Waiting for gold's asbestus-sorrow.
Ingesting instead a fused-tomorrow.
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#647    Ask me About That sand-flow!
I'll know with some simple luck.
Both the talk show, and the banjo.
Mere strings no man should pluck.
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#648    Bob Dylan and the entrance.
Let's begin the true exam.
Is that all, "the next line is"?
Let's begin the test of sand.
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#649    Then eagerness came down the stairs.
Like laundry within the clothes.
But I only saw her inside face.
And adjectives in my froze.
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#650    To push or to shove.
And then, news one way to watch.
And then forgive my atomic number.
That bullied up one notch.
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#651    Shut up and bring the Sargent in.
To shut me up until she's mellow.
It's some kind of damp sugar.
Outside, you become that fellow.
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#652    This will be, like last time right.
No one needs to carry this around.
Imagine knowing how to hush.
The extremes below a cloud.
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#653    In town there is a stranger life.
Barbie's diamond-wealth.
It's like a tank. Here's shampoo.
Where water came from drank.
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#654    That's a "hair" dresser's missiles.
They blinded two-thousand sterns.
Collecting noone has two dollars.
When they hear she never perms.
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#655    Still in diapers, sees a trend.
Its-about transportation all within.
Woman forced to transcribe her own "Psychiatric-visits".
Says to reporters "it was like Hell's un-end".
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#656    You won't get away at the end.
Money has those talons.
And you've got this job to do.
When you seek, a sense of balance.
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#657    Do you want to go home.
Runway "Past" has springs for capture.
Now with ginger "be nice to me".
A "migraine" region asked her.
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#658    It's time to stop asking same.
Nurse? Is this a mall.
It has never come up before.
Dividends are so small.
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#659    You've got hair at the end of your lease.
At nine thirty I'll tell you why.
Everybody experiences prisoners.
You're about to get lighter nigh.
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#660    You're into body building?
Christen the State! She's gone.
It's a highway. It's a party.
Now where is that demon wrong.
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