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#2041    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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#2042    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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#2043    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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#2044    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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#2045    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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#2046    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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#2047    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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#2048    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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#2049    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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#2050    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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#2051    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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#2052    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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#2053    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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#2054    People how like planets.
A vast many voices strew.
And planets how like people.
Correct number of friends be few.
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#2055    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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#2056    You know that shape of humans.
Well humans are nothing like that.
But kept secret hidden inside somewhere.
Is where their circle is at.
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#2057    Fine arts I sell you truly.
Where no one has been.
If pun moves so carefully.
Yell that's where worlds begin.
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#2058    Oh small and lonely little mouse.
With the shark fin all do fear.
Please not hide your yearning heart.
In the shadows cast by tear.
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#2059    Or it could be like my old Mac Pro.
I mean, when I took it apart.
Or it could be like my dishwasher.
That needs to be "shaken" to make it start.
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#2060    Here's the last-thing we have on paper.
I'm going to un-attach it now.
But please be careful, and just don't look.
The mailbox could have wow.
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#2061    It could be the powerful outdoor-lantern.
That makes the patio-parties bleep.
I'm sure it can still "find an estate".
It's just a "whack model" once a week.
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#2062    Inspiration is the loneliest torment.
But oh what a place to be.
No one can join such a tiniest moment.
But lo may I hold hands with thee.
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#2063    That is the strongest shield.
When anger sounds like don't.
Nothing can hurt the warmth of self.
When a kitten's hidden in your coat.
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#2064    To steer a hurricane aim your thoughts.
Then aim your eyes right there.
Change direction of your slowest knots.
Then bravely resume floor stare.
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#2065    Within a perfect stillness.
Is there a place for me.
I could only till the hush.
To respond to thus as seed.
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#2066    Only jog in new shopping mall parking lots.
And only behind cars that have good brakes.
Only look behind you wherever you go.
And avoid the magic being talked to makes.
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#2067    Hostile to all trends.
Willing to only one.
I stand among all hell dressed mens.
To salute her setting fun.
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#2068    There were many roads to find the new.
Each turn they took with dread.
They endlessly wandered a or b.
So I lived inside my head.
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#2069    When family come home for Christmas.
There's a special language of horns and signs.
They release control to the harbor master.
And release control divine.
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#2070    Poets just blow soap bubbles.
Infinity is a child's game.
Who'll make most influence.
As elder memories take aim.
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