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#811    Begin by being dead and be over fifty.
Start carrying your bicycle null.
And force ideas more like that.
Some unknown. Some scope-full.
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#812    Chest pains super hot.
What the hell was that?
Head trauma, where do you port?
Storm's a-coming. Come here and fort.
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#813    There will be a bridge tomorrow.
As sexy passes the butter.
Elope with her mother nature.
Be glad as-tell you love her.
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#814    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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#815    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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#816    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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#817    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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#818    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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#819    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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#820    I don't know why I fell on a spider.
Upon the face of a brother's file.
Do not push it, female. Just turn off its bout.
As if I was sainted. Look at it, as a doubt.
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#821    Shut up and say it.
I told him he was right.
It strengthens the body.
I definitely know this blight.
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#822    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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#823    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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#824    Only three?
We can't have you answer "all-four".
Whatever you say is-ok.
Slap the hand for more.
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#825    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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#826    If-they're going to be silent.
They will be.
Nice kings for mothers.
All rivers awake for tea.
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#827    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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#828    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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#829    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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#830    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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#831    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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#832    Cars can oh through intersections.
But two ways I pretend.
Pause for just eternity.
For that light to change again.
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#833    Or ponder with some uncertainty.
Which direction never ends.
That time of choice a moment.
That's poetry; my friend.
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#834    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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#835    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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#836    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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#837    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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#838    Over-scopes as my mansion.
Buttons as a sky.
Men pretending, the uneven glen.
Could descend to such a why.
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#839    The beard was only mirror.
Its hand was only play.
And disgust, was just a little shadow.
Wandering through, ok.
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#840    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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