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#1591    I am love and I am gold.
But which one please's best.
Hollywood floors, under carpets.
That become the hidden test.
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#1592    Clients and a shovel!
Nurse! Fetch my costume old!
Weary being the only illness.
No mask can keep untold.
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#1593    Sinister or happy cravings.
Why thus are shoes your team.
Over caverns like a torment.
Where witness was a stream.
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#1594    Dopamine! Yes how clever.
Radical! Until send.
How to make a million nevers.
Outside a self made pen.
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#1595    Cocooning, never drew such rapture!
Like the bumblebee might sing.
Dog! Oh how, needs a pasture.
How gold should be that ring.
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#1596    Fine or flat, toss a coin.
For how could stone be both.
Like reeds elude the depths of mind.
There! It feeds an oath.
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#1597    So that's what we're going to do.
The agreed upon price, is on its way.
After, "straight" inventory.
Ok-pyjamas-away.
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#1598    But I don't want to do this.
Such discouragement, and-handle-packed.
Your blinkers are so distracting.
One "Saab" and I'm in-fact.
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#1599    Make it official and so dark.
I'm set for Santa Claus please.
I'm so glad I "invented" you.
I mean "invited". (coffee cream)
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#1600    Why don't we stop here then.
And kiss me on the nose.
Eight-percent is plenty.
How much "does" my "placard" show.
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#1601    Blow her some tobacco.
Delight in all her fame.
Round numbers like two Cadillacs.
Odd numbers like her drain.
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#1602    I was the hottest one.
My name was your Darlene.
Right above my "turpentine".
Gold watch to my obscene.
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#1603    And all these little rants.
"Indicative" I think's the word.
They're verbose and everywhere!
Nine tells your window heard.
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#1604    "Hey! You have ghosts."
"Father Frances" and "Liechtenstein".
I checked them for discretion.
They're speechless, half the time.
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#1605    Please be sheets or diamonds.
A chance to flip or flop.
Morose or just good-morning.
I have to heat two clocks.
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#1606    "Plain" for over there.
Lift her head up "sane".
Hey is that your mother.
That's "why" I'm tired "again".
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#1607    There's some "engine" over left?
Enough to bill for flop.
Does-time see so indifferently.
Depending on which sock.
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#1608    Happy Avenue-"versity" dear.
I believe this is your tie.
Once-supported, always Naples.
For melting down goodbye.
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#1609    Bicycles have no dangers.
That never go outside.
Handles are for "drawer thieves".
I'm "sadly" not that guy.
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#1610    Over sanctions, over smiles.
Famous raisins for two hundred please.
Goodbye paper, goodbye overture.
What parchment ever remembers trees.
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#1611    Where elephant stacking reaches the usual limit.
The good of any copy looms.
Near the fear of what it might be like.
If man understood cartoons.
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#1612    Where the tailgaters fear the future.
And those tailgated fear the past.
Where a time line is a point in space.
And the mind's eye goes to ask.
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#1613    With neutral under dig-it in!
And rise against the clock.
Hampton road must now-await.
The slowest search for sock.
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#1614    How far do vibrations go.
From wrongs so non or tall.
To stand beside a nebula.
Or was the mood that small.
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#1615    Head only of man in a computer chair.
With a ten foot high backing oath.
There where a man can never steer.
I'm expecting substantial growth.
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#1616    A flat faced man in a bed.
His features like a rubber mask.
Thinking about two women on a tundra.
Is worth so much to ask.
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#1617    If there was such a thing as a shallow dream.
Could there also be a shadowed task.
No, tea would be a crowded heaven.
If any man could ask.
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#1618    The finest reward of art and poetry.
Is not a prize of tilt.
Be rare in a whirl of rigid leaners.
Become the easy to live with stilt.
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#1619    Do you know why simple lied.
About why complex was rude.
It is the only betrayal of fine.
To fail to hide the crude.
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#1620    Storm at eleven! My assistant!
Cute as much as you can rope.
Teardrop two into the bucket.
You're right. My left is moat.
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