The Ladder
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#1411 | I'm currently out of "dark fireflies" Ma'am. Renoir bought them all last year. But do come in and we'll talk. That's Anxiety. He has tears. _ |
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#1412 | Some spare thoughts like "when we dream". Do chest hairs fall "anymore" than autumn's cost? Do hopes for bargaining use "elastic" speeds? Can a bet on anybody "land" on spring-back needs? _ |
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#1413 | Cold hands, if you've watched the 70's. You have to dig it out from stealth. Why can't she say "this to me". That she is angry at nostalgia health. _ |
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#1414 | The answer is a wish for Mom. May she have a clock like muck. With Lego-love for Lego-Hands. And Lego-Shoes that stick too much. _ |
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#1415 | He had truth, right in his arms? At least I'm hoping it was fair. And that is his hollow suit with charms. Like any man with London hair. _ |
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#1416 | But-just how do-we get there? I mean that storm when we were all surprised? Where the "Hello I like your Bow-Tie"! Becomes the only thing that almost dies. _ |
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#1417 | And on that beach. A crazy rider. Now mix-some-brown in there. Money men finding it most disturbing. That we fly so fast up here. _ |
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#1418 | So let us look upon tomorrow. And create a wish within. The true diamond, is no-sorrow. Nothing-else-rhymes with "win". _ |
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#1419 | But now I know you're just being funny. You truly en-snared those noises? On Thursday's, or so you say? That demon runs are choices. _ |
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#1420 | Let me line it up for you. The same way we sit right here. To devastate the church again. Men are whispered air. _ |
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#1421 | The shortest way to get-to a woman. Men have found so far. Is through endless toil of making things. Forgotten at the bar. _ |
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#1422 | Give it up all those stars again. My motion will "now begin". Ludicrist are all my charms. Only Sony makes all wind. _ |
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#1423 | A red rose and a genie lamp. Dropped from a bridge into a river. Its magic required one more love. Than my heart could deliver. _ |
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#1424 | There are beautiful faces in the trees. But only at the edge of the forest. Of all the ways to hear the leaves. The hush of the shy is the surest. _ |
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#1425 | A one inch chicken wire satellite dish. Left on an office water fountain. That's as large as because should be. Because the heart unfound is count'n. _ |
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#1426 | In that ear they passed two mighty laws. Worlds should tilt just enough to please. And twenty percent rebellion. Became officially the most attractive tease. _ |
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#1427 | Can I sit in your chair? So tart this Jane of sanity. Does that make sense to you? To be as soft as Emily. _ |
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#1428 | There is a distance few have known. Rivers and streams don't find. Have you ever kept your eyes unshown. That thirty degrees of pine. _ |
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#1429 | A man driving a car. By looking down at his knees. Steering the way a mountain does. No fun no game no keys. _ |
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#1430 | Guess wisdom in all the shuns and winds. And on all sunned men and she. It's within no unturned type of zero. Dear mist of wiser things than me. _ |
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#1431 | Changes & pages! Where priests are on the run. Scary, with overcoats. And does not drink the rum. _ |
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#1432 | You want to hear a story don't you. Well I'll tell you one for tea. Just what is a land for? And has no liberty? _ |
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#1433 | Barney is the hero! I'll tell you what he won. Standing near the Euro. With coconuts and thumbs. _ |
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#1434 | Believe it or not, I like to read them. Men's puppet and women's gun. And smiles, I have seen them. Holding up the Tun. _ |
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#1435 | Eerie! The white horn!! As chosen as the fun. Almost like a lithograph. No pilots steer by sun. _ |
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#1436 | The gift of mirror!! Roscoe anyone!! That is the day that Neptune plays. As binding as the scum. _ |
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#1437 | I respect the costume though. Atoms allowing bend. Holding that bay of teardrops. That halloween defends. _ |
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#1438 | A warm power supply, powering a cooling fan. Mutually long. Needing each other's kissing. So good and song. _ |
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#1439 | Past right here. Nine times out of none. One day per year. Forgetting-equi-librium. _ |
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#1440 | Homeowners are the heroes!! Witches signalling then- That arrivals are-equations. That skies can never pen. _ |
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