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My 2557 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#631    Welcome weary endless traveler.
Come in and rest your bones.
And let me show you wondrous thing.
I've done by staying home.
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#632    I spend ten hours asleep every-night learning.
Another ten thousand of my theories are true.
Can we think any nice of a real world so dice.
Every life that ever lived thought new.
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#633    That's a short thing. Is that a Mr. Fence?
Yes. Do you see how all the spokes have noticed a kiss?
Like how we're in a cage but not in a cage.
We can make a progress per moment through this.
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#634    Like dripping cola into a pile of ashtrays.
It's called the oldest complexities effect.
Just mix in tall trees from zeroed suns.
And more what does the young gain from that.
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#635    How much apology does melt by air.
When would be lovers are allowed to stare.
And how much soul can eye linger take.
From men and women who hesitate.
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#636    We better get some water, I guess.
And Instead of bragging, hope.
Anything comfortable, maybe.
Bigger ice cream. Bigger moat.
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#637    And all the clocks that time forgot.
And the hourglasses too.
And start them all at once.
To time my love for you.
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#638    I'm only drawing colors from pictures.
Like the interesting much of yellow.
So can I please love you, like a stammer.
And live forever within more hello.
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#639    The sky looked for me like telescopes today.
And somehow the evening won.
I took great pains to hide my warmth.
Yet I think it saw my shun.
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#640    The frog's way to pollute is very clever.
An eerie low quiet no bog can jeer.
Untill awake talkers become very peaceful.
Then true tips of pine cones can steer.
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#641    A woman permanently under care.
In a psychiatric ward.
Because she sees her employer's vision.
She's a woman I've never bored.
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#642    The only thing youth need to know about atoms.
They can learn best from the sandbox averages.
Building everything with all their and heart and soul.
And borrowing forever from the untoned adages.
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#643    Basically within five minutes.
I'm this excited, about sand.
And then I hear it, "five blocks London".
Her "washing machine" cursing man.
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#644    Make sure you take your mind off the computer.
A zero command no one can understand.
Then find a jerk, that you like. And tell us about it's boot.
And how it's "math-dreams end up." Hidden in the mute.
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#645    Too soft. And too brave. As dried up sand.
Her first novel; Is Rain as Coat as Date?
It seems whenever she's done, talking with me.
Nothing ever, comes from where I wait.
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#646    Heart with proper direction finder.
To find a way up every minute.
Finding that positive so small.
To steer by such goodness in it.
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#647    Test all watch a sunset.
If none presenteth thee.
Hearts but willed with unrest.
Could point to one and see.
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#648    To live eight decades with no fun.
And not rebound the leerable option.
Like a weird judge behind a small room divider.
I unfold love across my bench too often.
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#649    They like the thought of you so much.
All my brain cells took a vote.
They want to think of you everyday.
So here's a poem they wrote.
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#650    Listen to your dreams.
They call you accurate names.
The billions of voices, searching for equals.
Only call you games.
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#651    Around your toaster I hear things.
Lovely is one such word.
That goes on anything not yourself.
How envious butter heard.
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#652    Expect a call at twelve pm.
On the crumpled newspaper phone.
Can you make a transmitter? Watch
the next boxing-match At The Stone.
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#653    Well let's see if you count the sun.
Then divide by a mist of stars.
And put all atoms in a clockwise circle.
I'm forty three cookie jars.
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#654    A very well rested frog on a rock.
Who has never needed to look upward.
Studying mysteries of the brook he is reading.
Kind of like feeding supper.
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#655    Why are there no cars here?
Am I facedown because of my tune?
Why are frogs, never lonely?
And why are there lakes on my moon?
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#656    Why are there "pressures" to try for?
Why do clouds seem like concrete blocks?
And why does it rain every Saturday?
Is it because-sometimes I'm a rock?
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#657    I wanted some alone time.
I strapped myself to-your dream stairs.
It started with, come on up.
A diamond and what's in there.
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#658    Curse oh well the golden way.
A million times wide and vast.
It is the heart's most cruelest may.
The mouth must open and ask.
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#659    Fish say hello.
The same way a field of cotton tries.
Happier in the evenings.
Just before the test of eyes.
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#660    I love the time before morning.
And the bird songs just before dawn.
Words aren't mean before warming.
And the sleeping are never wrong.
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