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My 1984 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#91    Like two twenty one pm.
Rarely receives aware.
The secret way a moment can love.
So deeply from equal share.
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#92    French dog is for tea sport.
Yes very well Jessica, is hesitant.
And it hurts one self to be so narrow.
Thank you Mr. president.
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#93    Don't you think it would be a comical trend.
If all Internet submit buttons said flush.
And everyday people cleared their minds.
Smiled at the neighbors and threw hush.
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#94    The core of a lightning bolt is the clumsiest tool.
That gambles wrongly on what it thinks it should hate.
Addicted to eighty years of bending.
Details that won't go into the crate.
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#95    The mind is made of fractals.
Tips and dreams are fractured hope.
For time to change direction.
Rhyme must know it's broke.
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#96    Oh cheese unfocus the evil eye.
Until it becomes the most broad in scope.
And impossible to guess where it might be looking.
Within the vast before or the vast future hope.
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#97    Because the ears aren't numbered.
And because science wore no dial.
And because I heard know-all thunder.
I seem to be up for the while.
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#98    If I owned a famous newspaper.
I would name it, people doing what they want.
And at the bottom of every page I'd print.
A white rectangle for your tears to haunt.
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#99    A woman who focuses inward.
And hears not how babies cry.
And shields herself from the hungry quoting.
Near the wishing they could say that's why.
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#100    Where you can hide your wishes under any rocks.
With no needs of keys or combination locks.
Where your hands can hold rains of long divisions.
And leaves pile themselves in mourned decisions.
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#101    Hey don't stop now.
The feeling "this down" good.
Of course I mean philosophy.
Let's "guess or rise" our meadow should.
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#102    At the coordinates of true fine arts.
On the island of never preach.
The drop of water, that is true man.
Finds crevices not fit for speak.
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#103    Inside view of bagel-sandwich show.
Fifteen to ends.
Rottings to friends.
Things my psychiatrist should know.
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#104    Each day I wake and drive another nail.
To hold my house to the mountain brine.
And hold in place the saddest face.
You can buy with peace of mind.
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#105    From the photocopy of an important manual.
Foot hard, to the imaginary rake's deep thought.
Parliament protester, who dances like Michael Jackson.
Even though no one ever gathers to watch.
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#106    Are there any good books that love me?
Like how the Dewey Decimal system cries.
Like that way I wrote ten thousand quatrains.
And stored them in your eyes?
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#107    That's the lost in cost oscillations.
When a mood can swing light years or shawls.
Lightness when it wants more springs.
Heaviness when it wants more falls.
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#108    Imagine each gear so incredibly small.
Time to look at your clockwork-universe.
Now imagine each "thorn" moving immeasurable ratio.
Time to turn on your cement-truck "turn a verse".
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#109    Place is a place ruled by air.
That wisps the loudest Hydrangeas.
Where would you live with so much invisible.
Tolerance for wrong ideas.
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#110    The continuance of all life depends.
On the inaccuracy of all minds.
Where incorrect feedback makes each hour.
Grow you differently based on rhymes.
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#111    Humanity's unrest is such slow lightning.
And powers the shyest turducken.
It makes people do such strange things.
That urge to not do nothing.
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#112    I can only give you all humanity's behavior.
Molded by the dins of past.
So here is everything for the complete space traveler.
As you turn each page please vast.
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#113    Make it about "a train in mid air".
With a feedback loop.
Its merely self worth swooping backwards.
Making solid self worth mute.
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#114    Tap Morse code on the corner of a pillow.
And know everything on your frequency hears.
Outer evolution takes eons and eras.
Inner evolution takes ten dawn years.
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#115    The stings that make a world keep working.
I suspect are the things half overheard.
For oh how boring would be perfect tuning.
If communications had harmless spurs.
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#116    Opening your matter to energy conversion storage closet.
And seeing nothing, is eerie every time.
So wear thick clothing during these moments.
So people stings, can be a tolerable sign.
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#117    Have you ever cleaned a keyboard.
And accidentally wrote a letter of love?
Or ever cleaned your mind so well.
You only spoke in of?
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#118    I could love for some conversation.
If one could grow at the speed of tree.
And just as slowly changed direction.
At the pause before each me.
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#119    Ways to embellishments.
Of artificial Intelligence.
Pretend to blow spit ball.
Then remember you're in dance hall.
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#120    I play a game I call the unknown sure.
Where I'll find some detail on a public floor.
And wonder how no one has ever seen it before.
Then imagine I know how its warmth I wore.
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