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#1651    Where I glanced among their legends.
How slowly my wish unfurled.
While scared there within their engines.
I vowed not to hurt their world.
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#1652    How is it possible.
You make me feel this way.
You've thrown no rivers.
You have lift no day.
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#1653    She lived behind an engine grill.
And I lived behind a hubcap.
I asked her out for coffee once.
But the world was just too unmapped.
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#1654    It's not even necessary.
I have a thousand-ranges for-rent.
So what do you really want.
Ignore that meaning's dent.
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#1655    It kind of has a key.
Let's fix it up, and see what's there.
Seems like a fountain.
Exactly like-an engineer.
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#1656    An overhead projector hiding a teacher's face.
Second teacher at the back of the class.
All the characters from star wars in a life boat.
And a billion thoughts one ask.
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#1657    First everyone start their heroes.
That's what happens to-a broken heart.
Are you truly being serious.
That's the problem. When-one-hits the art.
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#1658    Hey you. Right there at the back.
What is keeping it-all-running.
It sounded very good-until.
Let's just "say" the endless-lack.
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#1659    Let's turn it on.
And see what makes it steam.
How about now "which" colour.
Smoke so humbly-green.
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#1660    Stop it "was" undeserving.
It wasn't at your beckon call.
Struggling until-once it heard us.
The machine now has those balls.
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#1661    Are you coughing all alone.
The ego system's down.
Let us kick "sandals" to the statue.
There's plenty there by now.
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#1662    Hello profits, meet the Kids.
And then also meet the Roads.
Hey gorgeous, are you nervous.
Understandably so.
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#1663    Now "it's" over there.
Mommy where's my boots.
Please take-out all permissions.
And realign the scoops.
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#1664    Because it's heavy once again.
And the song was awful slow.
And salt said to the never.
Please tell us what you know.
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#1665    What was "all" it wanted.
Could you please, pass the shame.
Now arriving at gate eleven.
The weakest engine that we made.
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#1666    So mighty "as" seen by laughter.
For it can concentrate.
And-although not a dancer.
A broken heart can wait.
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#1667    It bubbles out "undo" fractions.
It warbles more than floor.
And "when" it lifts it's hands out.
It barely knows what for.
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#1668    Commands can come from two sources.
Only one of which won't seed.
Where places measure to indigestions.
Or where zero dimensions need.
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#1669    It doesn't-know what "is" pronoun.
And can hardly hold "a door".
And was never-ever necessary.
Yet poetry grew so core.
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#1670    Like I would kiss you to wake you up.
I love how your listening counts.
Waiting for years to dine with your nears.
So quatrains I can recite unannounced.
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#1671    Nil to near our exit gate.
I rush to a further climb.
Turning toward thought itself.
No seashore sand that fine.
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#1672    Airplanes are new this time of year.
I'm so in-love with "empty".
And sheets again never-known.
It's not that bad or Bentley.
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#1673    You're my hero. What's next?
It's simply sad-above the zero.
It's your bank account so buy.
Smart counter-things for Nero.
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#1674    Ha ha. Do you see.
In the bedroom. What's down there.
That's the morning's clever spot.
As winter as rivets air.
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#1675    It's not her fault.
That music fm's Sara's desert.
Kind of like the weeds in snow.
They won't believe in Everest.
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#1676    Entree's are at least a ghost.
Fill honey suckle frames.
Lower eyes to the gallery floor.
Envy all the stories of stains.
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#1677    Dam strait! What's in front of you.
Get off at "exit time".
Then Margret past no "inner state".
Zero-sins say every sign.
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#1678    Aw shucks.
That's the wind from great bear vent.
Where lovers walking have nearly sunk.
There's no dancing-here I've lent.
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#1679    Pop it in there. Rabbit stew.
And-morning the great relief.
That reading glasses never knew.
Lines tearing grim from grief.
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#1680    To give his shirt on.
He had to lose his heat.
We can't let that happen.
Fumble the quarter he keeps.
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