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My 1984 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#1831    Bolts of lightning are like careers.
They take the easiest paths.
And retirement is like the thunder.
Which echoes of the past.
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#1832    I'm sorry I don't have a battery.
But would no stillness do?
Let me wet a finger of universes.
And determine which way's new.
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#1833    Buoyancy and solemnness.
Hold them as two weary funs.
One thing can only fold them though.
Raindrops and solariums.
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#1834    What a world of circumstances.
Could sparklize our fate.
Here's a pi for our desert.
I hope I'm not too late.
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#1835    We cross harsh and barren lands.
And fight such snow and rain.
But no one who even sits at home.
Can avoid emotional terrain.
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#1836    Now he sits home and clings to wrong gravity things.
And occasionally out he will go.
To see right gravity people in right gravity places.
And to touch right gravity things.
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#1837    Oh and could you please become warm to touch?
Not as cold as a morning clutch.
Not as hot as a favorite scream.
Thanks alot dear movie screen.
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#1838    There's a reason known by no one special.
Who I'm sorry but I can't dance for.
If you have to ask a mighty question.
You're not empty enough for and sore.
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#1839    A million decisions all day from.
Each between come nor gone.
But as a person better becomes.
The difference hums not that long.
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#1840    To blame no animals and no human sins.
To look upon the gone and cry.
To hold your world as bland begins.
To accept its words and try.
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#1841    To choose is this a heaven.
To lose is this a hate.
Wish like grow is everywhere.
Pressure finds escape.
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#1842    When I get to know the nighbors.
Neighbors they will be.
In this new era of nighbors.
Neighbors must like tea.
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#1843    And all throughout the heavens.
The suns show off their glare.
But only woman shines so bright such light.
That hearts would want to share.
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#1844    All paintings are actually worthless.
And all paintings are priceless too.
To save yourself alot of misery.
Don't reverse your belief of this clue.
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#1845    Oh let me tell you stories cold.
That no one can compare.
There is a place so lovely.
Called the tv static stare.
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#1846    A toast then to the history of mystery.
Where to listen instead would be prudent.
When toasting champagnes or campaigns.
A joust is always won by the student.
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#1847    The sides of a ladder are made with cuddles.
A lifetime's length in size.
And the rungs of a ladder are made with troubles.
In every heart one hides.
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#1848    A contest winning drawing by a child.
Titled hallway to a nightclub for the bored.
I look for you there in the lonely hours.
Until drawn where the reason is stored.
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#1849    As the master chose a brush.
And the paint did chose a time.
Can we choose a person anywhere.
Who did not help choose one line.
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#1850    When you see a second hand.
I hope you see the years.
And when you see a second man.
I hope you see his tears.
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#1851    There's a satellite in orbit with a large hotdog.
Kept clamped at its core unchased.
It may have the last clear view of a sky.
Before cell phones have filled up space.
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#1852    I know what mistakes are for now.
They help art distort the lines.
I dreamt I tripped and kissed her.
I tripped a thousand times.
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#1853    I'll make true art when it says nothing.
And nothing has not spoken clear.
The heart is a mighty master.
But so is what we can't hear.
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#1854    If I believed in you hard enough.
I was sure that you'd appear.
Just like, how a snow flake.
Can wish to join a tear.
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#1855    Are moms made of pictures.
Or are pictures made of mom.
And when she takes a photo.
Where has likeness gone.
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#1856    I behold a fragment of load stone.
It too is molded of hardest why.
That know that heeds no return to.
Loneliness when parents die.
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#1857    When two bodies meet in space.
They pass or they collide.
But I suspect the darkness smiles.
When say reveal where an orbit hides.
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#1858    Artists and poets are found by witch hunt.
And humanity is searching it's true.
Just keep pointing an admiring finger at others.
And hope they don't point one at you.
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#1859    People how like planets.
A vast many voices strew.
And planets how like people.
Correct number of friends be few.
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#1860    A research grant for curly phone cords.
That's what this world needs.
Find out where oh tangles come from.
To go where art that leads.
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