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#1321    And you're not using, those evening cards!
I've stopped, people! and ask them to.
I've penned at winning everyday.
And loved that cars can't too.
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#1322    If he asks for one hundred dollars.
Do you have that spatula key.
Then throw the stove door open!
So he cannot know such tree.
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#1323    You're not using it?
Knowing she was near?
You're not using them at all?
Those blankets, and nights so clear?
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#1324    You were there weren't you?
When I really sold that guy.
And then they finally knew.
In moderation, with one try.
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#1325    Yes that's right. If you buy now, it's third.
But not one of them are here.
She's gone with it!
Or as her copymate, I've heard.
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#1326    If there's anything I've left not right please tell me.
For as I dust I'm goofy.
If a flower is wrong! or cup, out of place.
Now that could, wow be juicy!
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#1327    Oh I'm sorry!
I gave you a mustache didn't I?
Mere witches, we've called tragic.
And yes I listen, for their magic.
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#1328    It's amazing! -How Grin finds dates.
Everywhere he goes'es.
So in a way he's found a home.
And I'll never, know such proses.
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#1329    It's not that funny, that he's trying to get out.
So they're sending their youth gangs too.
Games aren't fun, without device.
For all the good they'll do.
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#1330    That looks important to you.
So honey dew.
I dream of you.
The whole night through.
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#1331    I've been gone from this terrible octet.
With eight sides and it's own hearse.
It smells like fries and sells like fries.
And to purchase, costs one first.
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#1332    A window is the prettiest picture.
Of winter that I know.
There I'll hear the inner lecture.
Where all good snowflakes go.
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#1333    I watch eye runs, in order to try.
But what does hope, near thirst?
To open cans, or go to battle.
It's called the home rock. But never worst.
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#1334    The ones that are out there.
Are pretty empty! Already dressed like priests.
And yes they walk very gently!
So I'm avoiding, becoming least.
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#1335    Let's look. We know there's something there.
I'm scathing with Phoenix on it.
Open the bay doors easily.
I don't care. With no sea to sonnet.
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#1336    But then as if they could not tea.
I see them trying tangently.
And as they walk down thumbtack road.
I see the day they never hold.
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#1337    You have to pay to open it.
It's called the My Arms Snooker You.
But the real problem you see is this.
They cost one arm, for two.
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#1338    I have paintings within my life.
And quatrains within my mind.
And within the hope of knowing you.
I give posters of my time.
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#1339    Every day is a marid of thoughts.
And thoughts like a pyramid stay.
Two steps down from their tops.
And that's enough words to say.
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#1340    A fork in the road.
Or a fork in the river.
There is no escape.
From the results giver.
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#1341    I'm at war with nature's hour.
Perfecting my one two punch.
Explaining to rhyme but never touching.
Then winning by right hand lunch.
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#1342    Twenty attractive young people dancing.
Their party inside a cellophane bubble.
Empty cellophane street cube at night.
My inbox of zero trouble.
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#1343    So they have my best art.
At the end of me.
So they have our best art.
At the end of tree.
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#1344    When you get home please phone me.
So I know you made it safe.
And remember to the lonely.
The whole world looks like haste.
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#1345    As near as I can tell.
There are no focal points like mind.
For whenever I look upon a city.
My nice receives a fine.
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#1346    A male picking up dog droppings.
Before the poetry-readings ran.
Always dreaming towards beverly-hills.
Feeling it's-good to be a man.
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#1347    Somehow I'm quite optimistic.
And I go on patronizing inner say.
Oh, no, He serve pages.
I'll have the "not-around-here" tray.
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#1348    Chapter nine everybody!
Cue the policemen's watch at noon.
I'm "reading" a lunch that happens tenderly.
What the heck did I assume.
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#1349    I'll try some of that "liken" up-a-bit.
With some "barricade adore".
What's that like? Your program.
What's happening Mac you board.
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#1350    Traps. Traps. Kind of cross?
In your place, sir take a bath.
In the medium. Seeds I mean.
It's the "sounds" that Siberia-wraths.
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