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My 2016 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#931    There are beautiful faces in the trees.
But only at the edge of the forest.
Of all the ways to hear the leaves.
The hush of the shy is the surest.
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#932    A one inch chicken wire satellite dish.
Left on an office water fountain.
That's as large as because should be.
Because the heart unfound is count'n.
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#933    In that ear they passed two mighty laws.
Worlds should tilt just enough to please.
And twenty percent rebellion.
Became officially the most attractive tease.
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#934    Can I sit in your chair?
So tart this Jane of sanity.
Does that make sense to you?
To be as soft as Emily.
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#935    There is a distance few have known.
Rivers and streams don't find.
Have you ever kept your eyes unshown.
That thirty degrees of pine.
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#936    A man driving a car.
By looking down at his knees.
Steering the way a mountain does.
No fun no game no keys.
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#937    Guess wisdom in all the shuns and winds.
And on all sunned men and she.
It's within no unturned type of zero.
Dear mist of wiser things than me.
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#938    Changes & pages!
Where priests are on the run.
Scary, with overcoats.
And does not drink the rum.
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#939    You want to hear a story don't you.
Well I'll tell you one for tea.
Just what is a land for?
And has no liberty?
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#940    Barney is the hero!
I'll tell you what he won.
Standing near the Euro.
With coconuts and thumbs.
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#941    Believe it or not, I like to read them.
Men's puppet and women's gun.
And smiles, I have seen them.
Holding up the Tun.
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#942    Eerie! The white horn!!
As chosen as the fun.
Almost like a lithograph.
No pilots steer by sun.
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#943    The gift of mirror!!
Roscoe anyone!!
That is the day that Neptune plays.
As binding as the scum.
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#944    I respect the costume though.
Atoms allowing bend.
Holding that bay of teardrops.
That halloween defends.
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#945    A warm power supply, powering a cooling fan.
Mutually long.
Needing each other's kissing.
So good and song.
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#946    Past right here.
Nine times out of none.
One day per year.
Forgetting-equi-librium.
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#947    Homeowners are the heroes!!
Witches signalling then-
That arrivals are-equations.
That skies can never pen.
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#948    I don't know. Well "if" you desperately need.
But I don't like-yours. What would you do?
Alcohol doesn't move. What does that mean?
Damn position. To the orphanage. Top shelf please.
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#949    Explaining plumbing pipes in a tavern.
Once I was in a world that nice.
A pedantic in his old age.
Too happy to be in second life.
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#950    I would ask you to go for coffee.
But freedom holds me back.
Somewhere in the perfect heavens.
Have you seen a cure for that.
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#951    I am searching for myself.
Turning left or right each day.
Choosing never straight ahead.
Which would only lead away.
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#952    But October leaves, at midnight!!
Hold-the ocean-boats to wind!
It will pry the-riddle once-again.
From the hands of men.
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#953    The ones who want less stimulation.
They are so hard to find.
They stow our years with no elation.
Then carry it with time.
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#954    I don't think we can stop a man's.
Wanting a sarcophagus formed by plans.
With extra large compartments just for hands.
No I believe all men crams.
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#955    People who don't paint scare me.
Non-poets scare me too.
Seven billion performance artists.
Are arguably more than I can cue.
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#956    I fear them like the stings of heaven.
Voices are thoughts' syringe.
What is unsaid provides the power.
So read my poems and cringe.
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#957    Twinkle twinkle little star.
In who's mind are you the brightest scar.
And when I think of inner things.
Have I stolen the whitest stings.
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#958    There's only rhyme, so there's only time.
Time to think about rejoices.
Judging ways and sometimes days.
Look away, they're only voices.
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#959    Because it inspires ways of solving problems.
I read the newspaper everyday.
Where I'll trust behaviours someone knows does work.
Then I stand out of their way.
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#960    But what has value?
Often, it's quite a car.
Boom! Wow! Now that's, tight knit!
And Banks of course, if you pay for it.
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