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The Ladder
This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as |
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#1681 | I was going to ask, does he paint houses? And are these "doughnuts" nearly-day-old? The Tardis alone might fetch some-goods. But that's no excuse, for manners. _ |
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#1682 | Around one o'clock now. Feeling stable. Like surface tensions around the dock. Four months now. So-unable. Almost near the speed of-mock. _ |
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#1683 | There's a hole in this city! We were-so traumatized by-it". Almost five "fire-truck-sponges". Sponges were ordered, because sponges fit. _ |
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#1684 | Because all of us are "woven". Because the "crisp is air". Because of "absent-mindedness". I don't have a joint-account to wear. _ |
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#1685 | That's a tube of vacant spine. Vector nine, vector niner! A mouse did that to you? Which-word hit your shiner? _ |
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#1686 | Very-very slow now. Take it from the "mop". Hideous? We-will-ask your navel. Hey! Who billed for "one deep thought"? _ |
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#1687 | All this darkness "must-implode". Get out, "get out of here". Do we need-this-orange? Hello? We're loft impaired! _ |
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#1688 | One "giant-yellow". To shock the "shiny shoe". Slow down, slow down, slow down! The major-piss is due. _ |
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#1689 | Wow! All that coffee talked allot! Who knew that's-what-years could-do. Polynesian-Sunrise eh! Yea we have those-too. _ |
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#1690 | Aside from all the plates-Nadine. What's the best disguise? For 51 dollars and 20 cents. The soft quatrains have eyes. _ |
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#1691 | Today is the biggest "less" investment, anyone can pound. Let us hope you right out of kitchen. Some of these are both Fish and Fiction. So put the metal down. _ |
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#1692 | Because the music, stares at tambourine. Then dips-in the banjo mixer. The flow goes through, the inner lean. Towards the extra-note, for thickener. _ |
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#1693 | When he looks at the oblong stars. You see that they are broken right? Do you also see their lost-serene. It's going to be a bad day for night. _ |
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#1694 | That's the thing you never do. Become all love tying a shoe. For how much could we win I jest. If grown men, could pass that test. _ |
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#1695 | Whatever it is it ain't my tent. I am more like just-resisting. Trying to get up before toilet wealth. Mothers aren't mean just something else. _ |
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#1696 | When I was five, I heard a preacher Dowse. Don't make plans, they'll be squashed like a mouse. It took forty years, to close that mouth. And learn the new way, to truly own a house. _ |
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#1697 | Inspiration is a moment. Of nine thousand thoughts. Three thousand more in that same foment. When their rights for time ends not. _ |
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#1698 | You know how some people respond to rain. Wanting to control it's sum. By tearing their fingers off in complaint. If two does not equal one. _ |
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#1699 | I shield my wise from the smallest skies. That shadow of the magic don't. Where those that would. Meet those that won't. _ |
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#1700 | Losing being that finest right. A gracefulness only wisdoms toe. Where problemless kites light up thin nights. I fear blight men might know. _ |
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#1701 | Slow life person I've just noticed your sale. I'm a slow life person too. Could I please buy your one ticket for life. To see fast people become sherry till chew. _ |
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#1702 | If every person was maximum careful. What a perfect world I'd see. But nothing is allowed to slow down or notion. Except the odd in me. _ |
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#1703 | Inside a driverless van with a small tree. Growing on its roof like an antenna. I was wondering from behind gray walls. If anyone can hear my heaven. _ |
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#1704 | There is no chance of men unteething. But the wind stops still to pro. There among the endless teasing. Is there someone reading slow? _ |
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#1705 | When the crime is loneliness. Do you hear in cubic lots. The innocent mind has none. Just half completed thoughts. _ |
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#1706 | Her eyes would hold no believe things. And nothings would storm her hands. And the sun would join our sleepings. Among the unrests of man. _ |
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#1707 | A human being isn't that a thing. Built to fall apart if you watch it sing. If it had its moment, what would you say. If it was pertaining, to its justice that day. _ |
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#1708 | There's a man sleeping in the back of a pickup truck. But not visible behind a cnn logo. Because in his dream world water equals money. Where he sleeps like he was cargo. _ |
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#1709 | Let's raise a toast to the power of leapfrog. While each winner needs one rest each two! Let's remember fondly, when there were famous people. Now let's show them, what humans can do! _ |
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#1710 | Well it's like two totem poles leaning into. The entrance of a television studio door. Somehow the raven lets us lore. Hinting somehow the slant knows more. _ |
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