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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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| #901 | You cannot see it. But there's a flickering flame. There's no monopoly on centers. In the shadows game. _ |
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| #902 | Anti-aging blistery morn. Shoes not matching norm. England does not march on Sunday. Rally fortune's poem. _ |
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| #903 | Soak in oil for the winter. The, like not having some. Cross your legs and tea some bitter. And confirm the winnings won. _ |
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| #904 | A professional is a person. That dreams for others well. While sleeping think so slowly. For solutions they can sell. _ |
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| #905 | Design a sink, make it gold. Newspapers can you, flow of this. Fill with wealth, and had behold. And in a diner, make her wish. _ |
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| #906 | Where is it at, your brain today? You can only broadcast, humans to meme. Go ahead, and head towards it. Count how many houses look dry dark green. _ |
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| #907 | The earliest hands of dads that match. Said you boys have nailed this. Sir, can we have grandchildren now? Wait one minute. They erased the vow. _ |
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| #908 | You spilled white sauce? You must be upset. Call for wet-service. Josie can help. Chinese chairs or Australian baths. She even sees ducks in the crystal glass. _ |
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| #909 | Has she made any contact since last night? What are you saying? What does that mean? I mean fruits on the bedsheets, with all your might. Industry turning the axel until the morning light. _ |
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| #910 | Come on Bob, you aren't being fun. Only one glass per minute? Sound the ballots. But the sound "must never leave the headsets." The problem is we're typing too fast for mallets. _ |
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| #911 | And all of your colours are whispering grey. Stay inside. I'm staying indoors today. Reading The Mystery of the Swollen Pocket. Without even crying, I can find her locket. _ |
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| #912 | Shift the extra letters until it tells you her name. You silly ghost. You can't pass through walls! And playing chess with the masters. Is that even a game? Nine ducks on the dock. Arrested for rhyming insane. _ |
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| #913 | They're making us wine and careful thoughts. Darling, is there anything you could add to the oven? Well, everybody wants the pie, not the muffin. The way really bad brains never pass the nothin. _ |
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| #914 | Anything that is reasonable. Like a new storage locker. A mouse seemed to ask me. What's up ladies? (such a talker). _ |
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| #915 | Me firing Easter eggs. At things so bold as crew. Such a coffee for one nation. Her mind, a list to do. _ |
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| #916 | Science is not that-friendly. Putting cameras in each room. Every time I sit up straight. So much loveliness. Just to see-Menu. _ |
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| #917 | Hey look! "She's Having a Party." Yes her soup is "Toes are Us." Sir, that dish actually is "Redeem One's Self." Opps disaster. I've been surfing body health. _ |
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| #918 | Nothing wrong with that. You're trapped in a corner gear. Twisted into a mental state. So near the pain of ear. _ |
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| #919 | It might seem to show you, shysters. She's out of breath and south. I'm sweating here like crazy. Waiting two minutes plus a drought. _ |
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| #920 | Kind of like the one you have. Because rivers not enough. I would do her work for her. Whatever stovetop voter's lust. _ |
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| #921 | Shutup, and pretend. Slow cooker, let's begin. Speech Denial in the dark. Good morning sleeping in. _ |
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| #922 | Head towards in trouble. I can surely explain every-thing. The more they interrupt-you. The more, to-rhyme is king. _ |
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| #923 | Notes are timeless. Alphabet, is this her rose? If I close my eyes, is this bedrock? Or just loss of fruit to nose. _ |
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| #924 | Will this be our soap-opera or radio? Next-year at this same time. I figured out what you meant by "leaves." "Tea is awake while napping." Within the only me. _ |
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| #925 | A Crysler watch all by itself. I would like my present now. Wine stretched out. Sitting down for sure. How useless is, such allure. _ |
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| #926 | I've been walking much less than double. And even less than bee or tree. I'm sure if they ever sent you honey. It once belonged to me. _ |
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| #927 | Isn't that an awful price for-rent? Progress as the thumping heart. My song. My art. My lowliness. Your calendar was so smart. _ |
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| #928 | When I wake up I remember jaywalkers. Just-like we, once were. Volunteering into happy lanes. Reading doorbells: Holding words. _ |
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| #929 | Your lederhosen. It talked about you last night. One virus. Why-shave? Why even wear a hat? Does a dog's bark at the evening jewel. Ever need a rule like that? _ |
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| #930 | I know why! So you could pick them up? Twidle-Spikes. But where were all your Knights? I'm so glad you have a tree. To bounce the rid of everything. Once upon a knee. _ |
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