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#1021    There where the trend calls no friend.
Like the winds with inherited duties.
Be cautious then when names offend.
And be careful of their poisoned movies.
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#1022    Forgive me for my slowness.
But we are a private song.
I'm proudest of the highest notes.
And the sadness we prolonged.
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#1023    A motionless snail holding his cat as a mask.
With a computer next to its head.
Dressed in a traditional palace guard uniform.
In a world of things unsaid.
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#1024    Two art patrons with triangle heads.
Looking at the center of my pie shaped painting.
If they bunch at the atomic scale somehow.
I'll know after hunch by tainting.
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#1025    Time oh what a wondrous vessel.
To journey through the number pi.
How ellusive is the positive thought.
Like a broomstick I balance thy.
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#1026    Like physics at the end of day.
Rockets, they send back to nonperformance.
If race tracks have secret backwards oarsmen.
I'll only seek strength from their importance.
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#1027    Amateur taxi with name and logo.
Drawn on its door with permanent marker.
All women looking at my unworn treads.
And an evening getting darker.
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#1028    Miranda's little-try shy-guy.
Like an egg in a skateboarding glass park.
Try this we read the story say.
So of course we know last part.
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#1029    A man's thirty foot ham radio bench.
With countless homemade devices.
Not knowing how to put batteries in.
So he piles them on there for niceness.
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#1030    Want to be inspiration has no flow.
To knock but remove no fear.
Real inspiration is like nose picking.
Hello! Is there anybody here?
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#1031    With its light blue shade of habit.
And sun spun like a plastic fan.
With invisible true smiles of women.
I'm spinning all I am.
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#1032    A silent man with food hanging from his mouth.
With sort of two women fine dining.
A smart confident woman holding a drawing.
Of her sweet soft self tree climbing.
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#1033    May I please get to know you.
The same way a curse is long.
The same way a man sings no lifetime.
For a second of song.
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#1034    To that solution of the million loose rocks in a row.
And the results of all fractions per year.
In lieu of huge actions, I'll toast the microns of throw.
And to the get there from here, here here.
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#1035    With ties of untold believe strings.
There's knowing there's a single strand.
Excuse me miss have you seen things.
I hear there's a distant hand.
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#1036    Should I love you with lines or curves.
My paintbrush needs to know.
Wherever decide becomes decision.
That's where eye will go.
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#1037    Wave, at the goodbye chair.
Election night's tonight.
Sound-down like a clown.
Mini boats are glancing right.
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#1038    Arresting a government, man's-binary.
On or Off like hoovering blend.
As ghastly, as, interstellar space.
Vacuuming my place again.
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#1039    I don't care what drugs they're on.
They all-need hungry soup.
Some people say nothing sad.
Mad, mad, mad.
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#1040    Looking out a window.
And seeing a communications-tower.
Now fifty percent closer.
Than it-has-been for hours.
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#1041    The fire logs, now are-plenty.
No tip-toes over clothes.
Burning alot, but never hearing.
Five pennies in the loads.
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#1042    A hand with adhesive coloured buttons.
Falling off when it thinks delusion.
A celebrity hosting his own birthday bash.
Sitting-alone avoiding-confusion.
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#1043    I am interested, by myself.
In the Fran on channel wait.
But the electric-eye is so sweet.
I hold you so, too late.
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#1044    Maybe it changes, something in the air.
I have nothing in storage so it must be rare.
Man in iron mask, behind a stare.
I'll sell him for peanuts. I'll display his care.
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#1045    And now the rainbow listens.
Migration being born-or-pride.
Leaving behind an arching mission.
Along, somewhere there, I tried.
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#1046    Elephant doing hand stand on roof of his mansion.
Hoping to impress his neighbors.
Then walking carefully inside undancing.
On floors which are ice he savours.
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#1047    Like old milk cartons with the usual directions.
Saying no more than the usual dosage.
Here the strongs of men become songs of when.
And being torn requires the usual postage.
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#1048    Wanda by thirty.
Thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty.
Whoever you are. You are on a secret mission.
Somewhere other than fission.
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#1049    A door with a sign indicating a future.
Place where neutral people can speak.
Where interruptions so rare can become repairs.
And yell can become tell deep.
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#1050    Of an interested costumer being pushed out of a store.
By a store manager from his world of steps.
And his entry turnstile to his city oars.
Only seven inches wide that lets.
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