The Ladder
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#541 | Open the jaw? Sure. Resting in a new way. Nature doesn't cold, any whole years. Plot is working. Please sign for it ears. _ |
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#542 | Ideas are like coke cans. They're everywhere for those who look. And turn their collections in for rewards. Each poem worth a cent. _ |
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#543 | When a man sits down to think next movement. His eye turns inward and he plans improvement. And when the wind makes the sound of could. He gives the campfire and his heart more would. _ |
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#544 | Within a chain reaction. Clouds and smoke despair. Like corridors need funny. Karma and finances where. _ |
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#545 | I almost thought about you last night. Could you tell me more about you please? The subconscious sees life with only five pixels. And stands alone near no breeze. _ |
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#546 | With nothing as solemn as window grime. I'll ask as if wind were mine. Within the harbor between two endless scopes. I'll ask the din to dine. _ |
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#547 | A valentine I give to thine. And pretend we were divided and then. Like Plasticine in a child's dreams. We forever recombine again. _ |
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#548 | Anxiety, you were my favourite love to wish. Because you looked "less" than evening-desks. I would never ask you out for soup so plain. For god knows cholesterol's insane. _ |
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#549 | The greatest secret weapon you'll never see. The non issue how often it has saved we. Owned and operated by the gentle few. The non issue something I speak to you. _ |
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#550 | Dance and forget the placement of light. Every pixel knows. With more giving than per second can trite. Oh please forgive my prose. _ |
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#551 | Suddenly you are five-hundred-old what if. And I were there under that father tree. With two extra. I don't think they were expecting it. _ |
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#552 | The eddies of the stream are slight. The bravest leaves have known. Choice at the master's keel of life. The smallest turns they've owned. _ |
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#553 | If something breaks and there's a question. Get the artist and we'll-have a look at his toe. As he shuts-his trap and the Ford swings. Should we look? I "don't think" so. _ |
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#554 | I think up to look at stars. And think down to look at seeds. Would you mind if I think of you. Horizons are the weakest needs. _ |
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#555 | Bricks and mortar like all that's said. Build art and poetry for the worlds ahead. And when the sticks and fears are dry. No home is warmer than the eye. _ |
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#556 | Ok come on guys. Especially if you use charm. The great thing about her mother? You say your magic. Old test. Right yarn. _ |
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#557 | Four female brains one painted larger by me. During my visit to an all girl art class. With no home in a forest of glass. If you ever get that lonely ask. _ |
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#558 | When mankind broke the sound barrier (sorry). Soon every man could talk. So anything stronger than zero meaning. Could ask you for a walk. _ |
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#559 | If there is only just things. What happens with importance. Would you like a cup of coffee. A universe loves orbits. _ |
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#560 | I started it. Secret beetle agent beside my bed. She could've had-it for "math". Or even a "kiss". Within building codes. Always looking for-ideas. I've got lightning-chance of silver fish. _ |
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#561 | Sooner or later there's a whole flow. And you get to drawer all that sand. Take me down to the Movies for inner tubes. And hush like Judy's yes I understand. _ |
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#562 | I'll believe in unfurling nonsense. If uncocooning can save a world. Or if the theory of hellotivity. Can incline a woman curled. _ |
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#563 | I'm here. Let's flip-flop. Some joy and some love. But why focus so far? Remember bush pilots jar. _ |
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#564 | But there's a reason for things in twos. And thinking is its song. Have you ever told yourself a lie. But rhythm stopped its wrong. _ |
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#565 | Where would I hide all darkness. If it was all you feared. I would hide it in the larkness. And smile if it teared. _ |
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#566 | Who was that just singing. Ten times and she was gone. Doctor I have a fever. One lifetime and "I am song". _ |
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#567 | Now that's a company! We've got to find the really giant folder. Because I can only last, as long until lunch. Not talking about its orders. _ |
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#568 | The most beautiful colors of a painting. A universe or pun. Where sometimes we find are two. There was only room for one. _ |
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#569 | What about this problem. It's me who rests my head. As they often say, I count my sceneries. I'm zeroed with love instead. _ |
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#570 | New quatrain first lines show. There are many ways to go. While second, third line and last. Remind us there is a glorious path. _ |
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