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#1921    I would give a kiss to know.
Why our centers turns so slow.
I would live a wish to throw.
Why the gentler am we stow.

#1922    Since truth is darkness and love is bright.
And revision is a weight not fight.
Like our judicial choices are made up from grabs.
And details are made up from spite.

#1923    In love of life no splinter grows.
And quatrains are the pain for those.
Where within the smart of my never art.
True enjoyment flows in droves.

#1924    Man seated on large front steps thinking.
With pope in rocking chair behind hymn.
There are two worlds that sing a man.
Where he's going and where he's been.

#1925    By tangles and knots.
How my universe strings.
Could your universe love me.
Oh know knot again.

#1926    Like when you're on a desert.
And someone's on a dune.
Chance is good they are nice.
But what's their chance of youn.

#1927    Please break up with me on a rainy day.
And meet me under a tree.
So when it hurts and I can not breath.
You'll hear the rain not me.

#1928    I'm sorry I forgot to phone you.
I painted myself into a corner.
I call it lower half of woman crouching.
Holding photo of tiger before her.

#1929    Gray silhouettes of man and woman free falling.
In fetal positions seven feet apart.
Excuse me miss are you falling alone.
May I please share this art.

#1930    I own a single bed.
And you own a double.
I see the hardest part of this.
Is going to be the cuddle.

#1931    I stared at the phone for fifteen hours.
It's been fifteen years since that day.
Now I know the tearful truth.
You can't dial a phone that way.

#1932    Please don't speak to me in words.
Please point at the average with wrong.
And there among so many rights.
Only the reason might song.

#1933    When I close my eyes I can see anything.
My soul starves not during that while.
But I opened my mind to travel like flowers.
And I stopped here to drink from your smile.

#1934    Have you ever looked at a dreary day.
And suddenly it stayed that way.
So I'm taking a survey can you answer please.
Which is better a or d's?

#1935    A snail appears so slow.
But oh how fast it is.
To take from life at such a rate.
And just as fast it gives.

#1936    Potatoes on that arm.
Riddled with puppet.
And fashioned to the linen door.
Oh please oh thorn not yet.

#1937    Of raven and of albatross.
Height becomes a man of soup.
Beleaguered to ingest the prose.
Of a library's truth.

#1938    As I can be an actor.
A stage can be my wet.
As normalized as distant cloves.
Oh how-thus gleams this set.

#1939    Act one has arisen.
Where three will not suit plain.
To the tune of Captain's Clover.
Or was that just my written aim.

#1940    Alright agent Lisbon.
Do not talk about "this".
You and I are off-to the races.
I-hear Candle Glow might-fifth.

#1941    The head that bounces. Let-me go.
To talk and put-me in her lap.
Hungry Hungry Hippo.
My ears that never quack.

#1942    So height and no arrests.
In the closet light.
There the moths know what they're doing.
Torturing the night.

#1943    Nearing RoGaine State. Do you want-to.
The timelines are the trouble.
Where is that ageing pillow.
I've never heard of stubble.

#1944    That glass there.
Deformed so near the nightstand.
If I ever look-that fightened.
It's by the hand that took the less-than.

#1945    But I have new insight.
Fragrance in her hair.
Absent there for hours-I-get it.
The beauty of her-stare.

#1946    Agent Lisbon. After-her.
Cargo pants and all.
When-heard, it sounds so magical.
"The Tiger and the Wall".

#1947    Like roses in the Klondike.
That Klingon's hold so dear.
Pandora holds my head from shivers.
And acclimates my "beer".

#1948    Specialties. On your mark.
Rope and so much game.
Julie, shine your pirouette.
And Romeo, your-fame.

#1949    But I have left that ring.
Commercials also-might as well.
Dancing to that flickering light.
Stars must never yell.

#1950    Where is this-boxcar going.
Is it near Satin-Sheet's-Dispair.
Where rolling thunder will never "out deep".
A head asleep in cares.

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