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#1801    Then one day through ultimate science.
We heard the sun speak loud.
Your garbage, was all it said.
Then all its actors bowed.
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#1802    I "don't" want to be close. I know what close is!
Someone feeds it!
But oh well, now that it's virgin drunk.
Remember it is a carnivorous act. That needs it.
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#1803    Mouse eye view of a long stretch of highway.
Seen from below a passenger car door.
Stimulation by zero or stimulation by infinity.
To chose the one with more.
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#1804    I stare at three 21 inch monitors.
And bravely steer the nil.
At an empty desk for thinking only.
Near some hours on a window thrill.
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#1805    This is my favorite night club.
It's called The Waste of Space.
It's built on top of stilts you know.
Do you think it has too much grace.
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#1806    Their microscope so cloudy.
So filled with who to hate.
People know a science.
Accurate to one hesitate.
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#1807    Indoor thumbing will save the world.
Letting stimulation needed be purged.
Peaceful entertainment at the press of a lever.
Letting man on the Internet be heard.
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#1808    Every hassle has a moat.
No pristine mind would cross.
Circumference sized to fit the keynote.
And keep the thoughts in sauce.
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#1809    Attention where is the cause in thee.
Forever not rest your needs.
Move among questions that never stop.
Without ending let attentions unplease.
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#1810    Two and three story houses.
Built in a slanted fashion.
Where perfect angles live.
Every nail is passion.
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#1811    A man on the go with dogs.
Hanging from his arms by paws.
Sore wounds on both his karate hands.
And cue the endless cause.
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#1812    I wish there was a movie called Fine Tuning.
About how people grow.
How they change their inner thoughts.
Until themselves they know.
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#1813    So many crooks produce on a stage.
It's absolutely why I come here these days.
A McKegney on craig's list and donuts well made.
Holes gone in seconds, and an audience paid.
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#1814    A long time ago I climbed a mountain.
Then I wrote this poem and sat.
But please don't make me speak of more.
You're lucky I wrote that.
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#1815    When you look at the knight of a shining star.
How does your love begin?
Does it song on a planet years away.
Or does it slow within?
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#1816    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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#1817    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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#1818    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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#1819    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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#1820    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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#1821    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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#1822    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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#1823    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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#1824    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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#1825    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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#1826    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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#1827    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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#1828    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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#1829    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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#1830    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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