The Ladder
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#1381 | I put six fresh keys in the battery compartment. But there still seems to be no light. And they just rehired more flower waterers. Could you re-explain true right. _ |
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#1382 | Like wind chimes under a dining room table. Sung by situations instead of breeze. For kinships we could never hear from granite. Could you task the flimsy please. _ |
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#1383 | That sweetest harp of easy sleep. That harbours no hate, nor of others' levels. Steering the din and finding brave new peaks. The think well of mankind's trebles. _ |
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#1384 | To face the less and see the best. To respect their minds of more. To turn around and see the bound. And shudder at the seeming bore. _ |
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#1385 | And families yes of course are "George". And social gatherings are sung tomorrow. I know how powder-kegs are friends. So "my toast" pops up for sorrow. _ |
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#1386 | I heard about that man! I heard you knew him too. His favorite ships were lost at sea. Because he did-not chew. _ |
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#1387 | Thank you, thank you, very much. Let me start by asking you! That's a mistake from what day? And was climbing part of it too? _ |
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#1388 | Miraculous County Stranger? Things-just can't be all-that wrong? Ace-Tissue and Re-Issue. No answer from you this long! _ |
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#1389 | Is just "one call", all your phone can handle now? Oh, my FLOTSAM! What-was that? Everything you would ever need. Ocean Services, call her back! _ |
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#1390 | It'll mean half your gear Mr and Ms Heyday. Do you want to change your names now? There's only one way you can solve it though. You'll have to pay for extra wow. _ |
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#1391 | I know you have responsibilities. And lots, and lots, of boundaries. With everything being so crazy. And a lifetime of only flounderings. _ |
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#1392 | Save-me to-say with sufficient tonnage. "I've got your Nickel right here someplace". Don't worry. I didn't care. Oh no! What's wrong? Thankyou open-space. _ |
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#1393 | But oh, I wanted to show you, while we're here. "That it is all" just sand again! Come on! Show and tell, this "Table". To Hooters and Winners now. Atom number ten. _ |
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#1394 | But now I know you're not telling the truth! So that's "his ankle" in water, right? Raise your arms but don't get up. Now I'll sleep on it tonight. _ |
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#1395 | Nah! nah! Any ashes would just fly by us now! By "March Madness", or maybe dawn. Everything is dry under a web. So safely we'll move on. _ |
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#1396 | All-right. Ok. "Don't forget your name". Beer spots? Ok, don't forget-those. They're filling and taste good. And like wine becomes the nose. _ |
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#1397 | I really wonder how Jennifer is doing? Or going-to be while-we are gone. She'll be guarding her lisp with pigeons. At least I'm hoping so with such song. _ |
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#1398 | And how eccentric. As sane as that rabbit runs. At peace I see where she went wrong "playing toaster". Bet on black this time dear fun. _ |
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#1399 | In that-sense government is merciless. Across the boards with waves that high. Glue me to a second dance. And surf me to that dry. _ |
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#1400 | Is that disrespectful. I can't play any melody on her-ankle. Respectfully dear Miss Thompson. I must decline but I am thankful. _ |
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#1401 | From the heart it explodes. Whistle and all tone. Try not to make an inner scene. Measure honesty ride back home. _ |
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#1402 | Look at you at "live poetry". And a guess that "sand is sand". To be a very-hungry supper head. Frozen to that land. _ |
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#1403 | There's no digging glacier though. The latter never needs your watering. French theory has cursed the mold of me. That's mature pottering. _ |
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#1404 | He came over-here instead. Across smooth oceans like no bird. Just a puddle to a Jedi. To Alison with one word. _ |
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#1405 | His eyes with "brights" on forgotten. His hands trained in the art of texting. Graceful at "stepping" on "how about you". Thrown "from" the days of nesting. _ |
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#1406 | That's an "inner-net" called "Annette". With apple trees like their own shadow's core. Seems in here I never complain. Price "leaving" pronouns poor. _ |
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#1407 | Just sit quietly for flights to-the right. Where strangers and their grace are young. To be what we write of our saddest slights. A Hotel Chelsea England won. _ |
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#1408 | Where I was trained to catch all laughs of fireflies. And sword what they shouldn't tell me. It's definite they are "Las Vegas fast". One summertime is worth "how much he'll ask". _ |
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#1409 | Each one has her-name "printed on it". I'm hoping safely both odd and "evening". Walking through her-beaded curtain. Betting it all "on Forstall" for leaving. _ |
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#1410 | A man only needs a few good years. Dorothy and her Renoir mind. How else would we predict a world. Inspiration please be my girl. _ |
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