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#1771    I love you like Canada.
With a weathered resolve.
And apologize for lightning.
But not its main halls.
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#1772    Well how about a lover.
And a note so good.
No man has ever held before.
So long or should.
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#1773    As the teeth of an angry person.
Goes together and then moves apart.
Three eye blinks owned by oceans.
Also knew light and dark.
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#1774    An old mining tunnel is like life.
Unresistible with the urge to enter.
Danger as the season's offer.
Same as the mean we lent her.
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#1775    It has no harp and it has no strings.
And no heaven has heard it ask.
And yet it stings those awful things.
Dance and it shall instantly pass.
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#1776    Two robots at table pouring tea.
One with no legs one with no arms.
Where there's only one thing I can do for you.
Turn my head and wish for charms.
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#1777    And I also wish for growth of man.
Or less semblance of unique.
And a blanket warm as a failed strand.
Storing the technique.
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#1778    I always never sometimes deny.
I prefer to be the fool.
The quieter naivety reveals itself.
The more it neats the cruel.
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#1779    A gentleman cat doubled resting sideways.
Watching white bunnies flying undisturbed.
If you don't mind I'll stay home alone.
And paint gently if that's a word.
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#1780    A woman in Florida safely watching alligators.
As she thinks about the importance of tools.
Like a three foot globe of the earth on a desk.
Which is actually just a man's ass on a stool.
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#1781    For the women asleep on small platforms.
Halfway up walls dreaming heros.
As we fade to black let the credits rain.
So many names for zeros.
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#1782    And she upon the lane way.
Would walk to sights unknown.
So trees would cast their shadows.
So as not to be alone.
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#1783    It's like a million loose square flat rocks.
Piled up into hills at a junk yard.
It helps no one and the pay is small.
But you get to end rhymes with leopard.
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#1784    A hate filled person doesn't hate you.
They just believe you can improve.
Like a bubble that floats to a surface.
You must take that their guidance is true.
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#1785    Home oh how I love that word.
I shall stray from it not one mile.
Sunsets maybe wonderful anywhere.
But at home they are not on trial.
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#1786    Please do entertain that world.
Oh little unknown heart.
Feed the tyrant stimulation.
And then fear not its art.
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#1787    For women collecting fries at burger shops.
From all deep fry tubs quickly.
And the emotionless snails with computers inside.
Their accomplishments were just as tickly.
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#1788    Not even the ten best door locks on the market.
Or a duplicate set one foot lower.
Could stop the glees of the dear selfworths.
Or the presence of the thoughtful knowers.
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#1789    If only I could be a quitter.
And reactions were that slow.
Then all the world could be a sliver.
In reaction to that toe.
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#1790    When of courses become just smart enough.
To make hourfull gongs and drums.
And the dawns become just smart enough.
To use showerful longs and strums.
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#1791    To know by ink and pixels.
To stare at only paint.
Two types of stimulation.
And doors not for the faint.
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#1792    Aw, I'm sorry.
Well actually, I think I'm love.
Don't you remember that turkey?
Na! I don't hate the mud.
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#1793    Like a man living inside a small cabin.
Built inside an art gallery stopping to think.
Might there be a surreal woman nearby.
Sleeping on a bathroom sink.
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#1794    Whew that was a close one.
Man did you see that guy.
He allmost asked a woman out.
Thank god a breeze went by.
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#1795    For in it's way a voice is not.
Just as thought is yet so lonely.
A word that rises to be heard.
Was wise as once known only.
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#1796    First a coffee shop.
Then majestic wolves and horses.
Third a frog in a protective cage.
Then unknown snakes and forces.
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#1797    A man with no musical talent returning.
An instrument packed in meat to a music class.
His cartoon character front saying meekly.
Known reality hears his beeps but laughs.
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#1798    Now look closer but not too near.
Do you see the thoughts in thirds.
Do not judge the drivers harshly.
But can you see the speed of words.
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#1799    A contract laborer working hard.
At painting the sky blue for Michael Jackson.
Knowing the balance and focal point.
Showing the art of inaction.
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#1800    Two women large and small.
Watching man locked inside a santa suit.
To only want to do what's right.
Women with keys to laughter mute.
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