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#841    Or some times a dog carrier.
Like so many things attached to horses.
So many arguments. And so much talking.
I want to thank all kitchen forces.
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#842    And a vast machine, that the penny hogs.
Sleeping while I'm awake.
Is it a dance machine? Or a passion machine?
No one will see me wait.
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#843    Waiting, listening and freezing.
For Gotcha Gotcha. Mouse.
Tonight the air is telling stories.
It's paradigm devout.
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#844    Take a day like Tuesday for instance.
Strange how the clouds roll in.
Beach Restrictions bumping my nose.
Till Friday knights' her friend.
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#845    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.
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#846    Yes "beyond" the "clock" is the giant door.
That I came back to see.
Elliptographs "in all directions".
Where do "they" sell such greed.
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#847    Gentlemen awaken.
We "absolute" of name.
As-sane as hardly any left.
Salute "dog bowls" hold all same.
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#848    Dilute belief there are scientists here.
I think Recklessness is here again.
Nine or One, also make good pets.
Just the rain old-fun.
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#849    There are "signs" that "all" are equal sir.
Rover, Rover, Run.
I have the coordinates memorized sir.
Do we dare "define" what's fun.
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#850    Discouragement.
Within the morning-pour.
Where avenues spell the words "one cup".
To those who read rain more.
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#851    Bishop.
In the factory brain.
The longest commute to-make such art.
And poems so glad you came.
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#852    Society.
Now that's a heavy clock.
If anyone ever finds it.
Lord knows it's dust will not.
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#853    Have you ever seen come-hithers?
Were-they paintings? Or inner thoughts?
Did they quote their own-commas.
Did rain ever-fill such pots.
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#854    Ragu.
Rises to the melting-spot.
And listens to the neuron fires.
And cooks a river's thought.
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#855    Time to hit the brown stone then.
Spinning is almost art.
Forgive the mess. I'm cleaning up.
The engine parts that start.
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#856    And Falconry.
Apartments in the dark.
And curtains.
With talons for-missed such-heart.
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#857    Searching for a better-snow.
An alphabet that's for livings.
A disabled wind that keyboards-know.
The installer left for Lemmings.
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#858    Here she comes now resting too.
Landing on the winters.
Holding out an arm for two.
Returned keys for beginners.
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#859    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.
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#860    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.
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#861    You're too silly on a dock.
Tip-generously tippy-toe.
Anger-nests near being-sure.
There are Women. Report their glow.
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#862    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.
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#863    Anyone can copy.
A daughter and a show.
High uplifting Samsonite.
Please visit away the "stow".
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#864    Five feet in any direction.
Your mysteries await.
To hold a riddle in your hand.
The bottomless kind you hate.
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#865    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.
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#866    That concur is a revelation.
And resist but a way of time.
To know that we exist.
And philosophy hurts mind.
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#867    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.
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#868    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.
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#869    Go sadly.
So-that the "forth-night" might hear.
I created the table for you.
Little plastic mines, suspect clear.
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#870    If I could choose a distance.
For me to you by floor.
I'd measure out for instants.
Then fill the space with sure.
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