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#721    Near human perseverance.
As lovely as a tea.
I hope its mist approves you.
Your twist of lemon me.
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#722    So let's try this one more time.
My stage again. But the other side.
Now stop being scared. I never use binoculars.
But I'll use them if you ever become popular.
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#723    What should you strain for supper.
In a state of plain.
What should you name, the upper.
Dandelions or pain.
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#724    They're not too good, for a thousand dollars.
And meanwhile this soup, is a woman you like.
But the real deal isn't pimpernel blossoms.
It's somehow making the toast just right.
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#725    Of all the things they curse by trial.
We will never fully understand the smile.
Like the bubbles in our champagne.
Let us raise our heads again.
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#726    It's not my job, turning forty.
Ask any bells of man.
Turn a profit, then give to arrows.
The great loss, of who I am.
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#727    Stop, I shouldn't say that.
Into each mission's covers.
It's amazing what costumes assume.
And out of turn, discovers.
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#728    I'm living in a can of soup.
Where music makes the man.
Hidden until opened up.
But until then I plan.
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#729    I don't know if I can do this.
I don't know if this can be.
How can I hold you with a wish.
And wish that you be free.
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#730    Someone wrote to thus last week.
I believe it's called understandings.
With two hundred heard of courses.
I can stand to learn, all brandings.
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#731    When our eyes see a rare moment and forfeit.
Just how are such windows shy.
Dear NASA please put a teddy bear in orbit.
And give it a good view of why.
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#732    There on the lake of world end.
I dreamed we were in a boat.
And you became my girlfriend.
It only took one vote.
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#733    Man watching small mechanical hockey game.
With one tall player standing inactive.
You can find me there if you learn how to stare.
Hidden among the reactive.
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#734    Anything for a lady.
An avalanche for mushroom souped.
At one point, I had fifty.
Accept the bargain. That's my friend the duped.
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#735    How bad is it.
They stopped making those this month.
Mother soup. I wanted that.
It's probably over now. Does every-man debunk.
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#736    If men and women have used each other up.
Then let's exchange our fish bone keys.
I promise not to flurry much.
And I'll stay like autumn leaves.
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#737    Antique?
They had only one.
The teacher. I had my back to you.
Drop and disorient! And the spigot spun.
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#738    Hang on. Hold the door.
I positively need some help.
Keys are stupid.
Whatever he does, I doubt.
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#739    What do you name your friends?
Athabaskan vessels.
Fifth and fifty. Every-time.
Ginger, Jewel, and Hassles.
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#740    Like a man's last cigarette lighter.
At the end of hundreds of them on a bar.
I look each day towards the permanence.
And wonder where you are.
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#741    To the door.
I was down-looking at factories.
Philosophically-MORE.
Yes-yes what does that mean "Score".
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#742    It's like the way you see the rust.
And know the meaning is there.
Inspiration is the hush of dust.
No matter what's there it cares.
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#743    Only a music lover will rescue you here.
Sing at your own risk of shun.
Musical instruments are mixed with rescue gear.
But saddly not all men hum.
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#744    It takes any-kind of steps.
Accounting-his "kind" of ring.
Deformed, you're not-to struggle.
All sad-days concern the Spring.
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#745    Large man leaving movie theatre.
Pulling up his pleats.
Saying "there's that poor guy from that channel".
As he sees you choosing a seat.
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#746    Richard Simmons so much more.
Weird-boots the Craven man.
Or smell or something I don't know.
When July-docks I'll understand.
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#747    Because-I'm a baby.
Because I write on-and-on.
Because I taste for mountain soup.
The urge to copy-far is gone.
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#748    The rut.
And the search for treasured gold.
Who can see further than their wife.
Yes. Eyesight is that old.
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#749    Where is it sandy in the ocean.
In right hand to behold.
Hey Guy's! Don't be so tough.
Stay inside gets inside I'm told.
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#750    Who knows where the good ones are.
With accolades dressed in thorns.
Explain the reason for re-use of boxing.
No passion when someone's born.
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