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The Ladder
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| #751 | Eternity is not so cruel. When it gives one ounce of time. And sieves it through a magic rule. No that's a mean that's kind. _ |
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| #752 | If you see my eyes looking out at you. From the mask shaped hubcap of a car. Give them a small amount of attention. But not enough to scar. _ |
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| #753 | When we're awake we think at our tips. Where our lightning bolt chooses explore. But when we're asleep we think at our root. To direction our lightning bolt's core. _ |
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| #754 | Do not fear the futures lend. I'm sorry that's a lie. Moments divide cares promise. And the unknown fear decides. _ |
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| #755 | The heldest tight of perfect vision. Is the sight of people shy. So many words to describe unwisdom. The often hurt will buy. _ |
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| #756 | The signal to toys ratio. Is a measure of a website's aim. A sand where design clients, never. Suspect that a Tile made fame. _ |
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| #757 | Woman politician moonlighting as kid's party magician. Changing costumes mid stride with help from her fastest aid. Whoopi Goldberg wearing marching band uniform shouting wait for me. After falling on behind, with her laughter of spinning played. _ |
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| #758 | Who puts you somewhere on a ladder. At your very own attitude and might. Who leaves the lessons up to you. Dear Mom it's you with life. _ |
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| #759 | After weeks of going has the egg hatched? Are you sure that she is now-pretty? Is the fistful of freebies she-cannot pass up, now-warm as that clock is silly? _ |
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| #760 | Who, has the prettiest brandy? And Egypt as the Sun? Forgive him, for his ear my dear. But let no dancers run. _ |
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| #761 | Are there any new tricks in the house? Well there's one man. And wow boy, is he dumb! Oh listen to you!! I don't want to know! If three? really-equals forty one. _ |
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| #762 | For the millionth time an obstruction. A tragedy "kind-less" like a mirth. Part of the game. Like a great-great title's worth. _ |
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| #763 | Hey what are you doing to me. Aren't these a higher mixer. I can't hear you please spook louder. Dark Ghost of financial investor. _ |
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| #764 | And for-no hope of transfers. I heard that-bee has stung. William is willing, over there. The other side, of tree unsung. _ |
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| #765 | One third are windmills. That tempt the fate of rare. Where I've not lingered, so it shows. Envelopes-too would send-some care. _ |
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| #766 | With a wind that howls ever slowly. And could take a man away. That leaves the apples ever lowly. I'll measure them-wrong and stay. _ |
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| #767 | For Capricorn then, despise this! With measuring eyes I think he's going! In languages spelled, with a marsh-bog. Please arrest my cat for knowing! _ |
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| #768 | Brothers and sisters! For-the, pin-hole fight that wins. Forgetting photography's focal point. My wisdoms belong to kin. _ |
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| #769 | Crab-apples are the best because. They are-enough for now. And curry for the astronaut meal. Dining only in the bow. _ |
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| #770 | But a wave, is not a centre? Remove the black stuff, code! With harmony where Kelly loved you. I often stub my toad. _ |
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| #771 | Eight more quatrains then? And before it snows today. And walls I've measured, living-once. I'm tempted to say they sway. _ |
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| #772 | In his phonebook. A doctor-generic loose letter saves. Keep em coming hears allot. Impossible is just harm's way. _ |
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| #773 | Like parchment is a test of sand. That "is" my desk of late. With Hubble-Scopes "within some" wine. What lovers-observe though hate. _ |
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| #774 | I'm indebted to you dearly. She going to say "No!" right-now. Oh Yes, Oh Yes, I've heard You! And the take tonight was Wow! _ |
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| #775 | Please, make "that lake" recursive. And let me swim for more. And rise in hunger from a cot. Or less, if halls have doors. _ |
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| #776 | Entertainment having no other gear. Paintings were my only way. With no engine in between. I get infinity per "no-morality-play". _ |
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| #777 | Let us raise a toast to symbols. And all that they can say. Try to find them but never will. They hide like yesterday. _ |
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| #778 | Dan Aspirin!! How you doing? Shake his hand and grin. The brain is heavy and-now law. And that's the thing you win. _ |
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| #779 | So what is new? A few next year? Pink sparks, I'll watch till still. That linger on a better balance. "within" no reach of skill. _ |
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| #780 | The psychics and the poets in the forest. Have similar mating calls from mind. But the complex will only explain to psychics. What the poets will only explain to rhyme. _ |
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