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My 2056 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#2041    The wardens boot next to your invention.
Of a 40 magnets flipping board game.
A universe within these walls.
Please sir don't disturb the ward same.
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#2042    Oh what irony an eye becomes.
When a tear can hold despise or love.
And the hardest heart with hate filled stare.
Will have mementos too somewheres.
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#2043    To send them adrift upon oceans of time.
Kept but afloat in the vessels of minds.
Hallways may never love metaphors.
But rhymes to hum shall swim corridors.
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#2044    The spear thus flows to shield.
In the hand that also throws.
Yet no breeze be uglied thrice.
By the art of the rose thorn's pose.
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#2045    Someday I'll be a real poet.
When I have nothing to say.
Then the poems I want to tell you.
Shall already know the day.
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#2046    Would all eyes touch morning.
If sunrise could be sold.
The world would need a sun oh bright.
Or a princess to behold.
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#2047    A long unmovable domestic animal.
That's never been seen before like fashions.
A collage of pretty women photos on a wall.
And they all have bland compassions.
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#2048    Lumber Jacks and tire swings.
What could fill such needs.
Can an artist love such beauty.
If woman is a tree.
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#2049    We live on a perfect plain.
It's one inch behind a lens.
Where no one ever needs to shout.
To hear what silence sends.
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#2050    Tell me only autumn leaf.
How do you like your brook.
Should the water be so calm.
Or move just oh so lill.
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#2051    To talk all day and never say.
That which we all think.
Then somebody writes it down.
Oh man what a wretched fink.
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#2052    Hear oh world my highest screamed.
Bear it loud like mind.
Yet no longer than echoes seemed.
So wishes known are timed.
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#2053    Soft spoken hearts.
So golden their means.
Opinions like soap bubbles.
Should float to their gleams.
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#2054    To behold we look for kinship.
No distance can stop our stare.
As we would search our lifetime cursed.
Why did we not see the air.
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#2055    Oceans of oceans and dusts of dusts.
Or between the wills of men who must.
A shore line renders but beauty best.
I'll make my whom on the thought of this.
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#2056    The flower that grows so small.
Is the saddest wilt of all.
For there is no red or hue so lived.
As the color of the uncorsage.
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