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My 2082 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#661    Nine were Wednesday.
And leaped like gold to sand.
Antique-ing into secrecy.
Like barking is to band.
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#662    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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#663    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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#664    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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#665    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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#666    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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#667    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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#668    I'm imagining.
The-neuron that could never will.
That loves counting done elsewhere.
That-gallery that will never thrill.
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#669    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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#670    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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#671    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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#672    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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#673    Beta fences. I'll put them higher.
That she should work so hard.
Here's my name. Read it feeling stumped.
Society's own-card.
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#674    For seventy thousand dollars.
I'll kindly hook it up.
That's the one I gave her.
This brittle paved good luck.
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#675    I'm assuming there are back-stories.
At least I think there are.
We'll have to start counting what-becomes.
Apologies attempting far.
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#676    Have you read any magazines.
This time we'll need much more.
One fingerprint.
When I'm down to house good ore.
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#677    Nice bathroom. Clean kitchen.
Moratoriums are made this way.
Rising above the tractor.
With hinterland in the way.
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#678    Like a cueball scratches. After being mentioned.
By advertisements on the table.
That's cue speed fifty three.
The speed a shadow finds a mansion.
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#679    A woman searching cupboards.
Her house And vast loved land.
Shadow "of man cloud" holding coffee.
Overcast moving bland.
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#680    Ha! It was a laugh at seven.
That meanness, mountains crane.
Constructing nodes of valuation.
That, altitudes disdain.
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#681    Breathe again and live again.
The shortcut to the fin.
Dark-towards hunter-nights.
The Savannah pushed within.
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#682    Shoe the cobra. Cue the din.
That, lobsters never meet.
Bubbles like the sands of time.
Dreaming angels to a street.
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#683    Torment bay, my little friend.
So small as look outside.
Where, lightning on one finger tip.
Has more within than shy.
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#684    Framework, looks good on you.
Though, do-not forget the rains.
For deserts only never knock.
Until a light switch gains.
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#685    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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#686    Crumple up, all years be friends.
Across one-page of climb.
FedEx in-betweens the mountains.
And mere decimals are only fine.
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#687    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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#688    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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#689    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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#690    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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