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My 2056 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#901    Answer anyway.
Miss Best is barefoot in your cloves.
Needless to say "needless wins".
Rhymes!!! "hide yourselves from prose".
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#902    Age twenty bought eyes.
Enough to "asterisk name".
Age fifty bought shy's.
Enough to rust "window panes".
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#903    Please tell me "what's in your head?"
Marching towards the falls.
I only know there's a "billion bright".
Unchosen "poetic halls".
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#904    Capable of smiling with stubble gone.
Touched all stars but was it worth it.
Arm strong but nothing to say.
Come see for yourself the storms fit.
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#905    It wasn't quite so hard as shut-up.
But the grass was ridden-hay.
Today I got a sweet proposal:
Sternum buried man's expressions yay!
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#906    I'll sit right here and watch!
Prim and, proper as cloned feet can be.
Selling them as mere-action.
Fifty words as were-from me.
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#907    My name is desperation.
Come and visit us if you fall.
Where you can visit Doctor Tea.
Pure Coventry on his wall.
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#908    They had a real chance of sitting here.
Who had no stupid brains.
I certainly, wouldn't want one.
They immediately number rains.
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#909    That little structure, (my ordered mind).
That way to heaven's gold.
Where lady Chance! Mops Allot.
And her river looks so hold.
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#910    Winds dangerously forecast as high.
Cold makes true-night-schools end.
Here I would trade my coffee for.
A map to here home-stems.
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#911    There's an empty theatre in my Dreamscape.
Where Ottawa wins all my rhymes.
Where to this way we sat alone.
And her British accent shines.
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#912    I pronounce us Popeye punching bags.
While the world lets us pause and eat.
To buoyancy let's toast then touch shoes.
Because we keep our hearts in our feet.
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#913    All knowing brains cannot unexist.
They just want to teach someone a lesson.
Every blame helps hoard no zeros.
And wisdom is a lean in session.
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#914    A thinker's thoughts made of smallest thoughts.
Made of land made of land where the angle shops.
There among memories made of memories lots.
I make favorite longings made of hiding spots.
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#915    There's only one pillow for people like us.
So it has to, occupy the timeless rush.
So I almost called you again last night.
Hoping you could please, move just in one touch.
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#916    I guess good needs a frigid shine.
So any mean might show.
I walked into a room so bright.
So clean no greed could pro.
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#917    I am just a camera.
So please don't merry me.
Hold me very still like drama.
To see a world I see.
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#918    That's a week for Danny.
And that's a big issue squared.
He's gotten married.
With lots of cold over there.
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#919    He knew.
Like "where do you want to place the shed".
He's very tired.
Like Iron Puffs. Versatile and red.
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#920    Many people are so-down to earth.
But not me.
More like being night for them.
I'm free.
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#921    My ideas come from neurons honest.
Where I've studied long for promise.
Where I've looked-out from dreams for-glory.
And known my lightning's stories.
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#922    Yes you heard me right.
I said because my-pants are pleasurable.
Turn them "off and on" but don't forget.
And that's it.
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#923    To speak I need to mold a vision.
Let us raise a toast and laugh.
But know a thought divides a wisdom.
Let us mourn its other half.
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#924    And all that changes I'll Just-bet.
He is seriously letting her go.
Your brain's funny. Sadly some disease.
Please "play" Rock a Bye-Intimacy low.
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#925    Rain cheque. Got it. Just her beauty.
Well mainly I "built" that show.
I think she's right about her heros.
She sings their "songs", but really slow.
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#926    So lets get to work. I'll show you guys on Monday.
November is the "month" mothers want to be.
It's amazing he writes "poetry" that tall.
I think there's a "mistake" in his bottle. That's all.
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#927    Wow now-she can "get" publicity.
Like "events". But her "arms" are still right here.
My news-brothers are coming down.
All that alien-stuff is weird.
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#928    I put six fresh keys in the battery compartment.
But there still seems to be no light.
And they just rehired more flower waterers.
Could you re-explain true right.
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#929    Like wind chimes under a dining room table.
Sung by situations instead of breeze.
For kinships we could never hear from granite.
Could you task the flimsy please.
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#930    That sweetest harp of easy sleep.
That harbours no hate, nor of others' levels.
Steering the din and finding brave new peaks.
The think well of mankind's trebles.
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