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#661    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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#662    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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#663    When we set sail; "at the Land we laughed".
Trust me I just want to thank you Mast.
You hate me "and that hurts me"; friend.
When over-rover Slows You down I hen.
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#664    A man so worried.
His "square bailing can" might offend.
So he writes poetry.
Until he's round again.
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#665    Tangles be my corner shop.
Her hair, the yellow rose.
To stare forever into the mop.
And never banter prose.
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#666    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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#667    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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#668    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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#669    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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#670    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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#671    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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#672    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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#673    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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#674    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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#675    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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#676    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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#677    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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#678    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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#679    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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#680    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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#681    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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#682    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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#683    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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#684    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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#685    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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#686    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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#687    Shut up and say it.
I told him he was right.
It strengthens the body.
I definitely know this blight.
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#688    I'll call it an "annotated cello".
And pretty fast at sea.
How many times it-comes back to you.
You wouldn't talk to me.
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#689    Smart. I've got to admit.
Afternoon now "soon to be sun".
You need one, any plan, even a book.
No brainer, gather me, and done.
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#690    Only three?
We can't have you answer "all-four".
Whatever you say is-ok.
Slap the hand for more.
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