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#1621    Contact the supervisor.
Look-at-her like-fishing changed-her.
I've been "renamed", but something's missing.
Dock my pay for one reactor.
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#1622    Sorry I didn't notice!
Do rocks really fly that high?
To the banks of Anger-River.
You're best shorthand, Miss Number Pi.
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#1623    And, that is life.
Let it aim right-here at shy.
I'm not the type to sew a pocket;
Perhaps "eager" is the best "word" why.
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#1624    Do you know how-they handle that?
Sometimes a hundred days go by.
"Mama's don't let your babies be cowboys".
Major! I wonder why spiders cry.
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#1625    Where the alphabet can leave like wind.
And even the adjectives may think of spin.
Where the uncaged focus may roam or be.
And even the news hounds sleep touching free.
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#1626    The Internet is a very long snake.
Inside I lie down and dance.
When the mind dips down one notch.
I move one inch then chance.
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#1627    It's not just such a simple problem.
It's complex like the spelling bee.
But if you garden the hours right.
It ends in justice like a pageantry.
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#1628    Like fifteen nuns riding a single motorcycle.
On a road trip to find the best printing shop.
I hear physical world maintainers find the go.
And spiritual world maintainers find the stop.
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#1629    I'm going to change right now.
I'm sorry. But I wish I could remember you're there.
Where you can not buy, all that sorrow.
Is it still going to be there next year?
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#1630    None of your business. Where's mom?
America is about 1945 deep.
Walking in driveway-snow, just before.
Passenger-side of a slow moving Jeep.
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#1631    Looking out. I can't see.
Isn't that ten-times taller than you?
July is on your June note card?
Big and inflamed. Move over I'm going too.
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#1632    Excuse me miss. Is this vehicle a Taxi?
Take us to First-Symptom avenue please?
One block over before night Tremors.
And before your husband sees?
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#1633    I would give a kiss to learn.
Why their interruptions burn.
Is such hurt the reason why.
Warm fronts speak cold fronts shy.
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#1634    I learned a new word today.
Well actually I made it up.
It's all that fuss between one and zero.
When all men know nilsenough.
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#1635    Every culture grows.
To a point where it disappears.
If a billion dice were rolled down a hill.
I hope that ours are near.
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#1636    Stimulation addiction knows no bland.
Because the bland keep the bland to themselves.
Two ounces should be enough for a lifetime.
And should be stored on the shyest self.
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#1637    It can't get any faster.
Because of the way you move such things.
Hurry up, try them on.
They're going to surely miss those wings.
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#1638    Action is a place.
Where sighs don't need to be.
Were every happy pulse to race.
Somewhere rustle leaves.
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#1639    You too can be a heaven.
And know what a universe said.
Behold your transistor radio.
Until its battery is dead.
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#1640    The back of a city bus may be owned by the devil.
But the bus couldn't move without it.
A balance that keeps a world so level.
Never changing and never shouted.
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#1641    What is a poem without a wake.
Or a toilet without a dime?
The fires of life must vent or break.
So I hope you'll look at mine.
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#1642    Snails clung to amusement park rides.
Drinking morning dew.
Move as carefully in new directions.
As breakfast washers do.
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#1643    The job was open.
So the young man applied.
And the old man waved.
You're a poet now hide.
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#1644    To see a strife from orbit.
That's what dreams are for.
Let no moment hide it's beauty.
So minds shall always soar.
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#1645    68.2 soldiers good.
31.8 soldiers bad.
Beauty is but 1 soldier.
Such divisions make him sad.
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#1646    Show me an ant or ten forest streams.
And I'll show you a mountain or a single seed.
Details and distance are forever entwined.
One needs the other for understanding of mind.
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#1647    Here's to the mountains who subtlety grow.
From all stimulations craved and known.
A toast to just need a painting.
And a toast to just need a poem.
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#1648    That most silent target.
In the noise with no end.
Oh curse the search.
For the quiet friend.
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#1649    Two women large and small.
Staring at a man's new scanner.
If only eyes could see through walls.
And woman could see through manners.
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#1650    The battle fields behold.
And kingdoms tear their reigns.
While all the while the pebble streams.
Hold the fiercest fights for names.
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