The Ladder
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#511 | You're not giving away your food. You've looked at it. Now keep three-inches away. Nothing I've found gives me bad breath. There's not-enough things that stay. _ |
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#512 | Focus attention where you want tension. As though thought must somewhere teed. To change a world by the tiny mention. Oh how I wish talk freed. _ |
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#513 | It's too high to make a fallout shelter. Look at that last sentence know. It's not like the outside world either. History "leaves" tracks in the snow. _ |
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#514 | Whether there be reason to. There remains the conjugal divit. The only one sure thing in life. Is that editors will edit. _ |
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#515 | What makes a clock an hour know. Moments forgotten or chime. Concert remembered by one blend. Friend that was once mine. _ |
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#516 | We are "breathing" mountains here. Like a "place" strapped to a stove. Cheyenne is "such" rehearsal. In tenderly you "wouldn't" have me code. _ |
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#517 | When I look at constellations. I can see what your dreams are. You'll have one million thoughts a month. But you only get five stars. _ |
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#518 | Man with box on his head and arms held out. Wandering woods near woman seated on ground. He invites her to join him in his world. And that's how men are crowned. _ |
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#519 | There's a way of looking I kite the most. With soft hues of inner blands and blends. With a tilt to one side that sees two dogs. And two owners that will never be friends. _ |
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#520 | All my T's had been crossed. All my i's were duly-dotted. All my ducks were in a row. All I earned I truly potted. But bestilled my aching song still rotted. _ |
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#521 | I'll never wear legs and arms together. When I wake I choose my missions. If I wear my arms I'll stay home and love. Or wear legs outside conditioned. _ |
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#522 | I would feel much safer. If the word god was replaced by the number zero. Then every equation would never hate. And never love the strong odd arrow. _ |
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#523 | On the finest paper like can see. Can I send a letter to a tree. My life defined on just one card. To you I send the whiteness marred. _ |
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#524 | My business card logo has of two letter L's. With something between them forgotten. For only a woman who sits down with her breakfast. And states she'll be drinking half my caution. _ |
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#525 | To worry is the warmest weapon. If only all men had fear. In corners they could lay and reckon. And at worst defend by leer. _ |
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#526 | Around the face of the undisturbed. A mouth had news for its ear. And what was only known in dreams. All worlds knew not to cheer. _ |
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#527 | I didn't think I was driving-along. We're all sick Ben but it's a ride. I'll make you a promise. Duct-Tape the hate "and you'll have an eagle" with true talent you cannot empty. I've tried. _ |
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#528 | I would have gone in "Dutch myself". But the raccoon-always "starts at dusk". So in our minds lets say we dreamt of dining. Without his garbage rubbing "Against" us. _ |
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#529 | Have you lost your mind? We're not done yet! Gobble Gobble. Oh, the authority in there. Making random moments like "now-just-march". Two turkeys telling me what to do so smart. _ |
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#530 | Bachelor steering his home staircase. By adjusting two folded blankets. A few degrees beside. Before his visitor arrives. _ |
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#531 | Two things that Jessie wants. She has never seen them yet. -You would think we would notice her. -Hell, not on my forget. _ |
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#532 | No responses yet. Why even have a task force net? Not baffling anyone the yellow pages check. Excuse me sir. Are there "pascals" on your lake? Do boats ever mess things up? Why merry me so late? _ |
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#533 | They're insatiable actually. Is that how they're able. To consolidate alot of their clearings? No, because I just found. A whole box of informal earrings. _ |
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#534 | So what did they use? I do not know. Where does all, their energy go? Elevators rising. So I guess it's getting hot. Is their pond still there: surprise me not. _ |
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#535 | Do "they look" crazy? Do they "don" the stars. They'll use up all their guarded sums. Because all their metal chairs: never faulted trees. And why I ran back to my house: hiding under-me? _ |
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#536 | There they are. Things are going to change. The party had an-overnight. Sitting so I have dreams. Of me backing up: so wrongly to your poise. Such a beautiful: way to make a noise. _ |
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#537 | Could that affect the waking sky. That's everything: I can remember of concur. That I might have a chest that works. With a marriage-reception-blur. _ |
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#538 | With an ocean of currents. So crazy with flaws. The machine of wishing. Has the greatest cause. _ |
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#539 | Know how just like piano keys. I love to hear your news. So saddest part of your worthy notes. One time and just one choose. _ |
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#540 | Impedance was a test I see. That stood between success and me. Things I finally found in shun. Turning them less than anyone. _ |
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