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#781    Take a day like Tuesday for instance.
Strange how the clouds roll in.
Beach Restrictions bumping my nose.
Till Friday knights' her friend.

#782    Dogs have it home so long.
Tired in the gym as if that's the function of meat.
But I'm too old for exercise.
How I miss remembered heat.

#783    Yes "beyond" the "clock" is the giant door.
That I came back to see.
Elliptographs "in all directions".
Where do "they" sell such greed.

#784    Gentlemen awaken.
We "absolute" of name.
As-sane as hardly any left.
Salute "dog bowls" hold all same.

#785    Dilute belief there are scientists here.
I think Recklessness is here again.
Nine or One, also make good pets.
Just the rain old-fun.

#786    There are "signs" that "all" are equal sir.
Rover, Rover, Run.
I have the coordinates memorized sir.
Do we dare "define" what's fun.

#787    Discouragement.
Within the morning-pour.
Where avenues spell the words "one cup".
To those who read rain more.

#788    Bishop.
In the factory brain.
The longest commute to-make such art.
And poems so glad you came.

#789    Society.
Now that's a heavy clock.
If anyone ever finds it.
Lord knows it's dust will not.

#790    Have you ever seen come-hithers?
Were-they paintings? Or inner thoughts?
Did they quote their own-commas.
Did rain ever-fill such pots.

#791    Ragu.
Rises to the melting-spot.
And listens to the neuron fires.
And cooks a river's thought.

#792    Time to hit the brown stone then.
Spinning is almost art.
Forgive the mess. I'm cleaning up.
The engine parts that start.

#793    And Falconry.
Apartments in the dark.
And curtains.
With talons for-missed such-heart.

#794    Searching for a better-snow.
An alphabet that's for livings.
A disabled wind that keyboards-know.
The installer left for Lemmings.

#795    Here she comes now resting too.
Landing on the winters.
Holding out an arm for two.
Returned keys for beginners.

#796    Victorians never feared that mist.
But why did they save on moss.
Like the search for treasured gold.
I guess I'll need such loss.

#797    We sing on cats and stranger toes.
A little to the right.
With all organic means to do so.
Toe's-friend is sand at-night.

#798    You're too silly on a dock.
Tip-generously tippy-toe.
Anger-nests near being-sure.
There are Women. Report their glow.

#799    I dreamed that you took my picture.
With a one pixel camera gleam.
I became the average of all I've done.
I wonder what that means.

#800    Anyone can copy.
A daughter and a show.
High uplifting Samsonite.
Please visit away the "stow".

#801    Five feet in any direction.
Your mysteries await.
To hold a riddle in your hand.
The bottomless kind you hate.

#802    Stimulation is sold in what's.
Some want none and some want lots.
The world is where that price is fair.
And what's between us finds a level there.

#803    That concur is a revelation.
And resist but a way of time.
To know that we exist.
And philosophy hurts mind.

#804    First stop on our tour, I forget his name.
What I do know is the guy just sat there.
As we went passed our poor, and their histories cornered.
Something about pretty women normaled.

#805    From where I aim my efforts, with so much care.
I boldly be sure only my blights are there.
Knowing "uneven" blossoms having faster moistness.
Might claim the light I dear.

#806    Go sadly.
So-that the "forth-night" might hear.
I created the table for you.
Little plastic mines, suspect clear.

#807    If I could choose a distance.
For me to you by floor.
I'd measure out for instants.
Then fill the space with sure.

#808    And bubbles make no potion.
I ran the light! Fire steer!
Have you ever heard of Mange.
I row to eradicate, only a guy out there.

#809    Toss a boat.
Any one can here.
Scribble is a function.
Capsize the pen cap beer.

#810    A woman looking upward.
And explaining the green leaf below her eye.
It's for when a man loves inner nature.
And never moves for wind or why.

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