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#1201    Plastic chips in goldman sacs.
Only hearts can hell.
Petty standings have heard the wishing.
Down with inner tells.
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#1202    Extra extra read "All about it Fears".
Sound will not yield a matching star.
Lint can vary news by up to 3 years.
A man is trying to grow moonbeams in a jar.
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#1203    Have you found the socks yet.
Yeah. Those band-aids for the soul.
In that river called the-washer.
A "lust" that strong I know.
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#1204    With headboards for such dreaming.
Such a climb it said.
Wakening for one moment.
That's radical screamed a thread.
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#1205    Gentlemen "man" your teacups.
Awesomeness must be fed.
And no one enters such a club.
Whom coffee burns instead.
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#1206    This man is genius. About things I want to know.
Like Cemetery fishing.
Big destinies. Dark Mittens. My corner. My kitchen.
flies within my bowl.
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#1207    Or some times a dog carrier.
Like so many things attached to horses.
So many arguments. And so much talking.
I want to thank all kitchen forces.
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#1208    And a vast machine, that the penny hogs.
Sleeping while I'm awake.
Is it a dance machine? Or a passion machine?
No one will see me wait.
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#1209    Waiting, listening and freezing.
For Gotcha Gotcha. Mouse.
Tonight the air is telling stories.
It's paradigm devout.
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#1210    Take a day like Tuesday for instance.
Strange how the clouds roll in.
Beach Restrictions bumping my nose.
Till Friday knights' her friend.
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#1211    Dogs have it home so long.
Tired in the gym as if that's the function of meat.
But I'm too old for exercise.
How I miss remembered heat.
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#1212    Yes "beyond" the "clock" is the giant door.
That I came back to see.
Elliptographs "in all directions".
Where do "they" sell such greed.
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#1213    Gentlemen awaken.
We "absolute" of name.
As-sane as hardly any left.
Salute "dog bowls" hold all same.
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#1214    Dilute belief there are scientists here.
I think Recklessness is here again.
Nine or One, also make good pets.
Just the rain old-fun.
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#1215    There are "signs" that "all" are equal sir.
Rover, Rover, Run.
I have the coordinates memorized sir.
Do we dare "define" what's fun.
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#1216    Discouragement.
Within the morning-pour.
Where avenues spell the words "one cup".
To those who read rain more.
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#1217    Bishop.
In the factory brain.
The longest commute to-make such art.
And poems so glad you came.
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#1218    Society.
Now that's a heavy clock.
If anyone ever finds it.
Lord knows it's dust will not.
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#1219    Have you ever seen come-hithers?
Were-they paintings? Or inner thoughts?
Did they quote their own-commas.
Did rain ever-fill such pots.
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#1220    Ragu.
Rises to the melting-spot.
And listens to the neuron fires.
And cooks a river's thought.
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#1221    Time to hit the brown stone then.
Spinning is almost art.
Forgive the mess. I'm cleaning up.
The engine parts that start.
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#1222    And Falconry.
Apartments in the dark.
And curtains.
With talons for-missed such-heart.
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#1223    Searching for a better-snow.
An alphabet that's for livings.
A disabled wind that keyboards-know.
The installer left for Lemmings.
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#1224    Here she comes now resting too.
Landing on the winters.
Holding out an arm for two.
Returned keys for beginners.
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#1225    Victorians never feared that mist.
But why did they save on moss.
Like the search for treasured gold.
I guess I'll need such loss.
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#1226    We sing on cats and stranger toes.
A little to the right.
With all organic means to do so.
Toe's-friend is sand at-night.
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#1227    You're too silly on a dock.
Tip-generously tippy-toe.
Anger-nests near being-sure.
There are Women. Report their glow.
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#1228    I dreamed that you took my picture.
With a one pixel camera gleam.
I became the average of all I've done.
I wonder what that means.
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#1229    Anyone can copy.
A daughter and a show.
High uplifting Samsonite.
Please visit away the "stow".
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#1230    Five feet in any direction.
Your mysteries await.
To hold a riddle in your hand.
The bottomless kind you hate.
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