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My 2001 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#1801    To also be at home like dust.
Where size prevents no stars.
Elephants kissing the new ease of mouselicks.
In the non event of cars.
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#1802    With a focus so sharp it knows no needing.
The river of my time here.
Have you ever lifted your heart from reading.
And watched a raindrop tear.
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#1803    Who can pass a high voltage wire.
Under a curtain as part of a complex plan.
A man rushing into a living room.
Quickly touching a tree light can.
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#1804    Riding two exercise bicycles.
On a king size bed.
A man, a woman, no destinations.
No smiles to count or dread.
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#1805    Though diamond may be the hardest stone.
It's not quite the hardest thing known.
When broken heart lungs ask why.
So hardest is the breathless cry.
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#1806    Female Arctic ostriches.
By a woman who paints like me.
In that ice there is only nice.
Our world of motionless tea.
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#1807    Deep is not a song my friend.
Just walk in any rain.
Unfold your hand letting letters send.
Then give each drop a name.
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#1808    A mother with two children waiting for a bus.
As she suggests they stay off the road.
The four stages of a clothesline failing a blanket.
Stage left the autumn leaves I've owed.
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#1809    When I listen to a song.
I hear it through to end.
That is why I promise you.
I will always be your friend.
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#1810    Hear the moment swell.
A voice speaks oh to yell.
If upon the floor by noon.
The dust of thought has fell.
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#1811    If the correct were corrected without transgressions.
As far as why farms could knew.
And felled sideways each demand's two lessons.
Would that be dancing for true.
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#1812    Near the blame as close as kindness.
There are two types of stations.
To stand and wait so long it's timeless.
Tightly holding reciprocations.
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#1813    My heros dream of helping.
In the constant rain of scorn.
My heros hold public offices.
In the hurtful words of storm.
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#1814    An artist with a lifetime.
And a pole vaulter they both start.
When they have run for thirty years.
Woman captures thus a heart.
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#1815    In a massive long hallway at four in the morning.
Near the stranger at the other end in rain.
You'll find a suggestion box narrowed at the top.
A deterrence to a feedback's aim.
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#1816    A man's thoughts are like a mountain.
While on it he can just paint leaves.
But when he dreams he stands far from it.
And can paint what someone sees.
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#1817    How did my business partner say it?
I want to cut knife!
Did you check the 407 on that thing?
Now that's nice!
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#1818    Feel free to speak freely.
But know that we love to wait.
And those who yell all their lives.
We can't figure out what they hate.
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#1819    The best feeling in the world.
Is to know that you're caught up.
To just place your coffee down.
And ask yourself now what.
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#1820    My favorite moments of my success.
The only times I really know.
When I clean my computer screens.
That's when I'm a pro.
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#1821    A bus, a townhouse and a ground level apartment.
Unfolding more beautifully than a quest.
And the storms within were the storms without.
Who could have ever guessed.
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#1822    To aim not hurtful words at thee.
As archers' trounce go wry.
If I could be the air they move.
When angry arrows fly.
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#1823    They can hear all dogs starting off in two directions.
From the starting lines of make toast.
A man and woman standing on opposite sides.
Of a large wooden fence post.
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#1824    What sentry stops no clock.
What mill what road not made.
Has the tracks of mud become.
The sunrise tear brigade.
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#1825    I'm a man who knows what he is.
I've seen it in dream halls.
Have you ever had no voice to tell.
And knew the ears have walls.
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#1826    Precious rare apple in museum display.
Dark at night about to be eaten by woman.
Seen through painting shaped like weight lifter.
Bearing all of the years she can summon.
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#1827    Of all the wrongs a world can blame.
I hate my voice the most.
You see a man hole cover crime.
But I see a coast.
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#1828    People going to work pushing inside of bus shelter.
In the middle of barren parking lot.
Near man and naked woman being pulled.
Onto moving bus by fishing line no stop.
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#1829    To fear the invisible barriers.
Like road lines allowing fast.
Safe between pain and merriers.
I'm lost if the howling asks.
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#1830    Everything with zero emotion.
That is odd to me.
When I say to zero motion.
Noone answers glee.
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