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#661    The beard was only mirror.
Its hand was only play.
And disgust, was just a little shadow.
Wandering through, ok.
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#662    Hydration being the only sinew.
That Lakes can share through roads.
And because all-charcoal filters eyes.
Count men among the toads.
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#663    As stomach is, so unheard of.
Where salt-mixes with the rain.
And magic by all circumferences.
Is still insinuating, name.
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#664    Gleaming teaches soak the sun.
Gliding teaches run.
Upon the hindered, shelves we delve.
Where mildew teaches none.
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#665    What we-condense we-are.
The bus safely nets-us-far.
I've been here so-much.
In Canada eh? No touch.
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#666    I know I'm "reading" it.
Because it's engine caught on fire.
What we have here is a tropical fish.
We are in the kitchen, as-soup-mix.
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#667    I'm never going to let that happen.
Wasting west, "I do".
His toys playing "around it".
They're in the museum with bullies too.
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#668    On the hill-closer "look at me".
With mother but where is other.
When they go to prison Humpty.
They don't need you being Grumpy.
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#669    I "mean" it would be "mean" (if he stayed).
To the Jackal then. (He-could if-would).
Hi I'm Hank.
To the X-rays. (as much as good).
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#670    I can't tell you.
The day is still on the table and armies are advancing.
Forests are forest in forty years.
A spike in your Sunday. And the chanting ears.
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#671    You would "have" to turn up the heat though.
What's beneath "you" is dust to air.
Why can't she go back to being Morse code.
A moment in heaven. Or a highway slowed.
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#672    A park in the desert (fishing and purple baskets).
You're intense. And my luck is gray.
Answer the question boy.
There's more on the way.
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#673    Japan right?
Hoover could use a clue.
Telling the oak wood "I understand".
I'm hurting "me". Not you.
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#674    You know what? That-too is radio.
Where "in" "the past" do you live.
If you wanted his hands. You wanted cloth.
Sorry I'm-just standing in.
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#675    Adjacent to my own-flashers.
Where a storm is moving through.
A very basic energy on a hook.
Modern wine wants "you" shy too.
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#676    I have a question obviously.
Can I take my "insect" to the doctor?
I'm glad he hasn't placed-any fun.
This is going to be "bad medicine" "son".
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#677    What's dead-in-me "is" right here.
Savings in-place. Electrocute him dear.
There are eagles "here" in this Guy!
With stilled-windows and stilled-eye.
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#678    Hello moon. You're up next.
I tried to move "that brother".
My summer-fan is so nice.
Stand-back voice-discovered.
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#679    Nine were Wednesday.
And leaped like gold to sand.
Antique-ing into secrecy.
Like barking is to band.
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#680    Man never falls on his own icy driveway.
The way spiders don't stick to their web.
While we stand upon the words of history.
Please forgive the slopes I've said.
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#681    I've got your back here. Chew on this army.
Radio hour. (time to find out).
I'll show you a "blanket".
Get the handsome out.
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#682    Well that's impossible.
It's-residency, isn't initiated until June.
Here's a direct link to that question.
Almost right. Almost broom.
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#683    In a place, where it ends up.
I have no idea what you're talking-about.
Why is a man so glad to see you.
Turning it into a game. Can I help.
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#684    Woman arranging notes and graphics.
On a cork-board seen when I look up.
In the name of the game.
That's for us.
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#685    Man-unable to disembark-back door.
Of an empty-bus dreaming-how.
In an unexpected and dangerous location.
What should he dream now.
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#686    I'm imagining.
The-neuron that could never will.
That loves counting done elsewhere.
That-gallery that will never thrill.
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#687    I suddenly detected. Someone against aversions.
Those ah-err hm-ah oh-well cold spies.
Their doing it, and bragging about it.
Unless it's just those telethon-guys.
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#688    I'm doing work here
We're investigating, someone six-months before.
John, wouldn't do that.
For lack of a better sure.
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#689    It happens in the oldest sections.
That glue might never give.
Pine being of the strongest river.
Kind of, like to live.
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#690    Deep-woman thinking.
While a tiny shy hand reaches.
Out from the years it "proudly" slept.
Oddly just, to touch her neck.
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