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The Ladder
This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as |
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| #61 | The Yummy, Yummy. Hard to find. Everywhere there's muck. Intensify training your personality. Considering it's on your back always. Within-rain there's always give a cup. _ |
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| #62 | How do you feel about flirting. Can it be transfered in diamonds crates. No, And that's why I always build my storms. With Heimlich Maneuvers that were too late. _ |
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| #63 | Excuse me. I'm not writing any speech or play. But does this battery last nine months? Because I've been broken. I threw my early-charm out with my tray. _ |
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| #64 | Believe in your studies up here. Miss Peaks is always right. All dressed up in I don't know. Because of me a fight. _ |
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| #65 | I think everyone is knowing. And just a good amount. Down is everything I've been trying todo. I had to sing last time. Singing is knowing. Too bad I can't let my abilities count. _ |
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| #66 | As restless as the thermostat. That learns to fear the glance. My soul forever chasing balance. Keep pride or someday dance. _ |
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| #67 | I've only seen it in one plant. Time-travelling within the bog. A tiny thing is my heaven. Lifting an offer to my mind. A joke doesn't see it. Insurance doesn't see it. But still "I fall in love". Because of mysteries within her log. _ |
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| #68 | Hell where's she going. She was diagnosed. In the dark it makes sense. Forgotten Shakespeare steals the most. _ |
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| #69 | Well I'm sort of aiming at evening. If the breeze lets me stay. I keep trying to look outside but miss. Then see inside my way. _ |
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| #70 | Marbles meet? What do you mean? Ok, guys, we're going to the store. I am so ashamed they don't deliver. You have made me so sad; I am young forever. _ |
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| #71 | I'm writing a song about you. The first note should last ten years. And then I expect in a morning rain. Note two might sound like nears. _ |
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| #72 | Female students at an all girls school. Stepping over unconscious boys in the hallways. I'll speak for all unwanted men and say. We shall love you always. _ |
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| #73 | Acting is like sane hiding away from you. Whether I use above or not. Are your tracks your words in Latin? I had fun. No trapper pegs tried to happen. _ |
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| #74 | If you need something that can freeze, try top-self. They are great strategists. Like Bologna, half cut. When they are off to the races, you'll need a Nintendo. But show them nothing. Well, maybe a Window. _ |
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| #75 | Least I not hate nor love too much. If their meanings find me lost. When as an evening showed me how. A sunset told me soft. _ |
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| #76 | Do you stand alone at night. And then see its unkind seam. The world your strongest garment. Its fineness sewn with mean. _ |
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| #77 | I love family. They seem to rest better. And they seem to have perfect words. Like who likes the wine? For whom do the nuts crunch-too? And what are their songs? Tell me, does a glass of their mystery punch-you? _ |
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| #78 | Anybody have a favourite cloud storage? The way magnets disappear. Let's not upset the sun. Or throw the teacher. I was asking-since. I contain the "70's tear". _ |
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| #79 | You've never "seen" normal too. And you've never listened to that hue. You've never applied the breaks in the clouds. And they keep-running from your dew? _ |
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| #80 | Who is the moose for? Distance. I'll draw a map. For example, here you can see the cars. The fog is clean, and that's a city. Yes, I would love all the cats in your pitty. _ |
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| #81 | I was standing where men must stand. Among sunsets for those who stood. While there I held one grain of sand. And heard that you've done good. _ |
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| #82 | The dishes you have, are the dishes you get. To be ok on the inside is ok. Find your mind, chase your mind. Watching basketball is watching my shine. _ |
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| #83 | One dog at wheel one at pedals. One at step ladder-drunk. Pulled over by dog asking. Do you have eggs in the trunk. _ |
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| #84 | Yeah, like arrangements do it. Like when I slip on a road lover-ly. That's the moment I need a pen. Like women they don't make them lend. _ |
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| #85 | For the most part. She's going to play with them. Like I wouldn't give up chocolate for a minute. Who's hungry here? Choose a number. Sixty is the coat-meal. So is the orange peel. _ |
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| #86 | My mother's doll. Underneath some rubble. With its story shadows within. Still flickering like nested soap bubbles. _ |
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| #87 | I already tried, root audience. And overriding the picture with food for thought. Then one hundred, and twenty volts. Is all you should need to move the aught. _ |
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| #88 | I'm thinking life started from a lightning strike. And humanity is a very slow burn. Forgive me I'm seeing how lovely you look. I'm sure it's just a million year yearn. _ |
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| #89 | Are the Himalayas well versed. To anyone who climbs. Summits cannot stop bubble gum. Peaks "cannot" grocer time. _ |
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| #90 | Comfort what a narrow zone. Only three degrees or lost. A world where only good is grown. You the sun and frost. _ |
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