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My 2175 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#841    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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#842    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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#843    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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#844    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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#845    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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#846    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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#847    Antique?
They had only one.
The teacher. I had my back to you.
Drop and disorient! And the spigot spun.
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#848    Hang on. Hold the door.
I positively need some help.
Keys are stupid.
Whatever he does, I doubt.
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#849    What do you name your friends?
Athabaskan vessels.
Fifth and fifty. Every-time.
Ginger, Jewel, and Hassles.
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#850    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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#851    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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#852    To the door.
I was down-looking at factories.
Philosophically-MORE.
Yes-yes what does that mean "Score".
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#853    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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#854    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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#855    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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#856    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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#857    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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#858    The rut.
And the search for treasured gold.
Who can see further than their wife.
Yes. Eyesight is that old.
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#859    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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#860    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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#861    That is just my way Howard.
I can finish the toys from lore.
It really is something big I can't let you study.
Two honey mints might war.
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#862    I'm sorry we need more city timing.
Think months and months of that.
Happy go strange what is she wearing.
Listen and mention hat.
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#863    With shadows from the pages between us.
I'm sorry about your ear.
I'll page myself often from the dance.
And just think about you there.
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#864    I will almost "the almost start".
And trolley the almost wind.
My station is, whatever you've bought.
Much hope for when you grin.
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#865    I used to love this stuff.
I mean "when oxygen is friendle-ing".
To hear it make the sound of thistles.
Babies in our jostle-ing.
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#866    In the comfort zone this afternoon.
It always returns myself.
And sac's my freedom.
Sending it to someone else.
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#867    Because there is a scholar.
As mission'd as the Queen's.
A prisoner.
To whom I "writhe" the seams.
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#868    Plastic chips in goldman sacs.
Only hearts can hell.
Petty standings have heard the wishing.
Down with inner tells.
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#869    Extra extra read "All about it Fears".
Sound will not yield a matching star.
Lint can vary news by up to 3 years.
A man is trying to grow moonbeams in a jar.
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#870    Have you found the socks yet.
Yeah. Those band-aids for the soul.
In that river called the-washer.
A "lust" that strong I know.
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