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The Ladder
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#1321 | Roll the eyes, back into the head. Slack the jaw, and stand unbalanced dead. Chance the lottery of the dancing lobotomy. And lean towards a partner to wed. _ |
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#1322 | Take soup, from his roughage. Learn to see the scene. And also learn to live-allot. No mater what that means. _ |
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#1323 | Your "hobby" is so defensive! But I chew it up inside. Let me pale the monkey. What a mission I'll have to try. _ |
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#1324 | Go on. Sit down all around here. The lady has the hose. Where it's written, "Tie no knots". That is my "indispose". _ |
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#1325 | Lastly, they don't have any children. And granny has no "heir". That's the privilege of "I need you back". You're taller with "team" white hair. _ |
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#1326 | Would you like to maybe wrestle. I kept those evening clothes. Amen to storm she's got a whistle! Excuse my windowed-toes. _ |
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#1327 | But I've been handed number eight. I always knew it-came from bees! From the land of milk and honey. Where several Archie's lead. _ |
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#1328 | Now try to look at your best. He's been sitting there for days. I mean-there near all clear water. Where the ring-song stays. _ |
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#1329 | You never-taught me anything. (wagging his thumb so wise). Administer gum on rivet-seven. I hear the sky's outside. _ |
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#1330 | Left "mnemonics" being leopard stairs. I can't because of clock-less rhyme. I run a perfect engine here. And brake alone, with double wine. _ |
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#1331 | But that's as loud as it gets in here. (her honey suckle vine). He did that? The way you wanted? Surely that was mine. _ |
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#1332 | Oh I began on nonsense. (on double overtime). I stick to fleas but not to laughter. Nor harbour actual climb. _ |
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#1333 | Interesting but I'm not going there! Salmonella! I think I'm late! Antenna-rehabilitate the air. Please make the hello-wait. _ |
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#1334 | Who is the "boot" burner? Is she really hunting claim? I've had-not a single drop. The kind that "bastion" saved. _ |
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#1335 | To the run-yard and over stamp that card. It's quite amazing how life is fair. Just a little off the top. And down below the chair. _ |
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#1336 | Every dream in virtual reality. Does what ever it melts. Which is "fine" in it's very own way. Wait a minute. Would that be himself. _ |
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#1337 | Couch trapped being fancy. Meant to be a tuba. Deciphered wrong like liken. Called to jury duty. _ |
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#1338 | Three times and standing. Waiting for car very often missed. Wiser brothers and sisters. Hearing my spelling lisp. _ |
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#1339 | Awesome imaginary-neighbor. Flash flooding eyebrow-nonsense. Somewhere-investing. Where my hopes might help up conscience. _ |
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#1340 | If that was me. And time was like champagne. I'd pull the "one tun" rocks out thirsty. The way "windshield wipers" learn a "gain". _ |
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#1341 | It steals? You never told me. Just like that "u.f.o. movie" again. Here "over the mountain" rings. But we don't have any icing kings. _ |
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#1342 | I wish I could have interfaced. Like dog to the western star. But on top of that was everybody. Showing that they're into par. _ |
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#1343 | He didn't want to say "anything". No one talks "to a bus". What's "in it" for us. Experience "rhyming" passion rust. _ |
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#1344 | Discussion only goes so far. You've got no sunshine. And I'm Oak. "Someone" is still in there. So stay with me. Exteriors change. Wise won't. _ |
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#1345 | My knees in Ontario. Found land. Made of clay. Got-lucky. But-are what-oceans. Might want to shape their way. _ |
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#1346 | What's your Lady process? I shutter up heaven in disguise. Leaving some arts to the barnacle sides. But grace itself, I wetsuit to the eyes. _ |
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#1347 | It's always dankest before the wrong. Where haven in the mind repeats. And hurries shine upon the shone. Where the worries can grow obliques. _ |
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#1348 | Warming up a lucky lottery charm. By dangling it inside a toaster. I'll never understand a day. And my cup just hit a coaster. _ |
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#1349 | A woman in a bed against a barn. Being photographed if that's called bliss. Domestic living at its finest. But only if she exists. _ |
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#1350 | Two milks in "it" at once? I'm here! I'm over here! Please put down your phaser. Hur-raw, diamonds are the pair! _ |
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