The Ladder
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#361 | The correct way to use correctional lurid. Is to apply some galaxay. And upon man's history of improvement. You must dare not stop his way. _ |
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#362 | I often look towards great Storm Vents. And I fear the Stance most of Tall. They'll choose so fast in just one torment. The side Yet Not believed at all. _ |
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#363 | It measures care on the nectar scale. Where the insect is least in question. Near where the mozart steers the fine. The uncalm teeds the teach them a lesson. _ |
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#364 | People should only wear white in winter. That would be a sight to see. A union that a devil could only hate. And only my melt could ease. _ |
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#365 | Hold on! There's Justin Timberlake. As actual as a nose. He writes bread! And I'm dead! Oh god let's pray for toes. _ |
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#366 | Please lie and be a one kink woman. Or two kinks if crazy steams. Or three thinks upon a vast forgiven. Says my one heaven blink that leans. _ |
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#367 | Started to lock in! Well excuse me! Well he can! New relation-ship huh? Are you buying, a towel plan? _ |
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#368 | Why Easy Dads?: Because their mics are on. You can ask them easily how Billy is. What is Pineal Vision?: Nothing thoughts. Just how I connect my mega dots. _ |
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#369 | Then it starts, and the room starts changing. Heaven in repose. Forget what dust has told you. Talking fuels prose. _ |
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#370 | There it goes, pure guidance! Avalanche talking snow. Heavenly made, pure science. Rocketing all we know. _ |
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#371 | Not the lucky ones. Outside not afraid. Only half to meet you. In the rain. With Noah's message. Lighting up only half the road. This nation's pleasure. Will be worth the hold. _ |
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#372 | Every person getting one quatrain. A one two punch that lies. Correcting itself, when it knows them. With an almost reach that shies. _ |
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#373 | When searching for new artists and poets. Unfortunately, it only takes one moment to name. The sea if they are on the same budding branch. Of the tree, you are working so hard to change. _ |
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#374 | Phony times when your dog was-three. Trying to run until-free. Paintings are comfort's only guarding-plea. And quatrains are comfort's only-bee. _ |
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#375 | Famous man. Being interviewed uncomfortably on set. Video wall behind him. Showing frogs leaping west. _ |
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#376 | Why so quiet? Did they south it? They programmed it to stay in the home. A phone shuts it down; "Stop yourself; Heal yourself." Only four "names" are ever Thrown in the stone. _ |
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#377 | Have you ever seen a dark as fumes? I believe that might be home. That silver lining must be loons. Guidance take me known. _ |
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#378 | I've never seen any guests I'm afraid. They would only make one thousand here. Like one bead on a tap, elegance can't work. There's one hundred thousand tons in tear. _ |
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#379 | Let us talk all day of arts. And as so tea must steam. While lesser known the finer starts. Our hearts we fill like cream. _ |
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#380 | If I look at that star with all my station. All mistakes great-men made are "hue". Like that way all men turned into granite. Celebrate with no world's undo. _ |
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#381 | And so it was there was stipulation. And not a train was lost. And above each tie in an endless sky. Blew a mist of possible frost. _ |
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#382 | You only need to have one eye. Which I counted and worth living grew. And just when heaven filled my heart. I realized you have two. _ |
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#383 | Notice how all songs are long. And notice how friends are free. Notice how all men are flawed. But please don't notice me. _ |
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#384 | Like I suggested, it makes you comfortable. By the time you're finished, "I'll" rig more most. Then I'll listen to the very "first" vinyl-record. And turn-on the sane, to make my toast. _ |
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#385 | Forget the lust. The river chose. Daddies are made by vroom! And sparkles! are showing on the counter! Neptune is my moon. _ |
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#386 | Here is a token of that greatest gift. It's worth a million homes. Familiarity the most precious sift. And where we keep our knowns. _ |
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#387 | Said the fiddle to the violin. I love it when they break my strings. Said the violin to the fiddle. I cry when their silence sings. _ |
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#388 | And then lots of horses moving slowly. Eye blinks two days long. My thoughts of you are in perfect light. Forty eons still no wrong. _ |
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#389 | Zero degrees inclination. Is my only friend. I can see her in a war of words. Is she up or down defend. _ |
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#390 | We shall never see a man. Have self knowledge without a fan. For any men who lived in barrels. No approval was the worst of perils. _ |
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