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#691    Point to the dots oh fancy home.
I swear the cabin has such peace.
There's no explaining what that means.
My dreams have discovered lease.
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#692    If-they're going to be silent.
They will be.
Nice kings for mothers.
All rivers awake for tea.
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#693    There-is one bakery in sight.
A couple of people have gone.
Is that the same as opinion-harbour.
Where I've eloped with wrong.
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#694    Desperately in high measures.
Banks would disagree.
Loot is heavy don't touch one cuff.
Her eyes hold too much sea.
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#695    I have enough "prisoners" she said.
Abandon hope at door.
A friend of mine if I had one.
Would caution that's amour.
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#696    In your company how it shows.
Just in time for bees.
My ugly sweater for entertainment.
Am I safe explaining trees.
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#697    The-ways of living where fortunes dream.
From sky to ground might ask.
Are fevers just an in-between.
Where lightning knows no path.
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#698    Cars can oh through intersections.
But two ways I pretend.
Pause for just eternity.
For that light to change again.
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#699    Or ponder with some uncertainty.
Which direction never ends.
That time of choice a moment.
That's poetry; my friend.
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#700    Each death is a million roses.
Like Cucumbers, at every grave.
Lasting me, tearless until Sunday.
Where onions make me shave.
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#701    And, as I rotten, through my book.
The pinstripe, is my stove.
And bathing answers every nook.
That Neptune far out chose.
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#702    Mostly in Muskoka now.
He'd like to meet, all priests in the Regina Sea.
The good news is, they-surround you.
I see what you're doing. You are saving me.
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#703    Over-scopes as my mansion.
Buttons as a sky.
Men pretending, the uneven glen.
Could descend to such a why.
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#704    Well yes that is kind of odd!
Like cue balls with crazy spin.
Unlike even-numbered geometries.
That always scratch without that wind.
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#705    The beard was only mirror.
Its hand was only play.
And disgust, was just a little shadow.
Wandering through, ok.
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#706    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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#707    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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#708    Gleaming teaches soak the sun.
Gliding teaches run.
Upon the hindered, shelves we delve.
Where mildew teaches none.
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#709    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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#710    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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#711    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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#712    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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#713    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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#714    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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#715    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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#716    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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#717    Japan right?
Hoover could use a clue.
Telling the oak wood "I understand".
I'm hurting "me". Not you.
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#718    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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#719    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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#720    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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