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#91    I think I became small today.
So it's traditional to wear my uniform.
Sun dust sparkles, within a darkness.
Are "saluting" to my lesser, hello-storm.
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#92    Known as where the crickets shy.
Where fame is the least of man's.
I'm above within below the din.
Wondering if you have plans.
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#93    Today I mourned, that conversation.
True friends keep deep inside.
Because they know, our hibernation.
Would never match their stride.
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#94    In Georgia as good a place as any.
Faculty A vs faculty B.
I learned about taking care of it.
Doughnut-and-a-Tea.
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#95    It's been two thousand years, since the end of news.
And people are becoming outraged.
Today I think I may, have even seen.
A keyboard reaching help-age.
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#96    Where into the night.
What some understood, others understood.
I saw myself standing.
With famous feelings from meanderings.
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#97    She gets so small she wishes she wasn't there.
So she moves off to the shy.
"Some men are always so hungry, but check him out".
"He's how I feel inside".
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#98    Bus shelter within bus shelter.
World within world.
Waiting within waiting.
Pearl within pearl.
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#99    Like a man with ten thousand homes.
Within my mind I'm homeless.
Excuse me is this seat broken.
And are the windows timeless?
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#100    In this age of everything wireless.
I guess it's up to us to twine.
It always amazes me how wires get tangled.
As if they are trying to mind.
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#101    The time it takes to ride the bull.
The time to hear the song.
The time it takes to write a letter.
Makes times around the sun seem long.
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#102    If you can admire it.
And swing it trough the storms.
All of them want "to do" something.
And Nun like "fast-best-warms".
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#103    Minds are already quantum computers.
Not good news for parliaments.
Who knew every two math equal equations.
Would defend random generation of arguments.
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#104    Or ponder with uncertain chimes.
Rose wake you missed her.
I dreamt I tripped and kissed her.
I tripped a thousand times.
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#105    Who do we know.
"Who" did-not come-here for she.
So-sorry they were late for class.
Is this "snow-kiss" history.
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#106    Excuse me are there more stars or atoms.
Which way should one pay one's toll?
Should we sit quietly until all are bored.
And is this training going to Be One's Role?
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#107    Have you ever listened, to your time.
And raised one hand like steam.
Depending on which plane you're on.
Horizontal is crowded or team.
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#108    The fabrics of oceans are stretched so "sight".
Where we hide in the captain's eyes.
Have you ever had a universe help you.
Where five Hollywood stars resize.
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#109    No one can design an ugly boat.
For what men want is what men need.
But today we're trying to think with fear!
So students hold, your pencils dear.
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#110    Today I won't be going to a market.
Because a vagrant, will trip on pearls.
Where no such thing as doing-nothing.
Will show me oh-how-strong-are-worlds.
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#111    Like two twenty one pm.
Rarely receives aware.
The secret way a moment can love.
So deeply from equal share.
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#112    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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#113    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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#114    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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#115    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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#116    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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#117    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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#118    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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#119    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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#120    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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