The Ladder
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#1501 | I don't think so. Again my eyes were closed. If nature breaks down, I'll enjoy the cloves. I'll have a world to choose from. Yum Yum Yum. But eventually I should wish-her, (for equilibrium). _ |
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#1502 | I don't answer with any fancy eyesight. Just-with nine looks-up at stars. Would that be so terrible. That thoughts, of time, are rhetorical. _ |
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#1503 | Jane, I've already assigned them. There's a terrible boat outside. Have there been any attorneys today? Bring in the Pie! A doozy persuader, per say. _ |
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#1504 | Focus on reruns and enhancing companions. The price is-her rain's sunshine. Here I have a doodle. Is that enough for dinner? It's barely readable, but yes, you can dry outside. _ |
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#1505 | A weekend for two, and five documents. Sir, Quebec is in your office. You'll need two ladies. Perhaps one will do. Or I can frighten my face, with a pie. To look a bit better to you. _ |
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#1506 | If they stopped peeking, (thirty-foot tall women). Into third-floor windows blue. Lonely men would never contain their beliefs. Or entertain a breeze, how meadows do. _ |
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#1507 | Sleepwalking woman in white tee-shirt. Rushing to unlock her "car adorer". Seven friends suddenly. Sorry out of order. _ |
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#1508 | This chair is here, to help you. I repeat, do-not go down there. Old dry rum, and cologne for one. Soldier! Igloo-your-sound-gear! _ |
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#1509 | Does all that dust move with me? Am I here just to rent? My-hat falls off me, too at times. Should I sit? And move no lint? _ |
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#1510 | Is it true That he has edges? People saying peanut-butter Does-Have Sound? Ronald Reagan even said in China. Can you find-me please such brown. _ |
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#1511 | And maybe he loves someone's murk. You know how it is! That transit-tunnels work? He writes down there, to keep on track. So what would You-do after day like that? _ |
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#1512 | It is-like reading a diary, but where did it go? It will-be back shortly, on a second tier. So we're not allowed to do that here. Just don't bore-people who sleep up there! _ |
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#1513 | Symbols are my favorite ease. The newspaper is filled with them. Read the news instant free. And you don't cause the world to end. _ |
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#1514 | Does that even work for you? You knew it was a quiet medium! It never feels-like typing-"friend". And there-is a bit of tedium. _ |
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#1515 | The 15 and 17 inch plugs are-complete. And because I always, have cold feet! I always rev-up, every day that-Specials. But then my "Igloo", of-course says, "No hassles!" _ |
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#1516 | Clever all who speak outstanding. By expressions so many bring. Never once understanding. We're all saying the same thing. _ |
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#1517 | Woman kind resting surrounded by friends. Viewed from forty five feet away. And I also saw a robin this morning. Which was equally years non prey. _ |
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#1518 | And then I forget to add one letter. That only way, to Can food Cozy. I CLEAN the stitches around the elastic. Then spring back home, and feel prosey. _ |
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#1519 | A paper airplane dividing a feed of punch cards. Where one side has no holes or seams. I would ask you softly to have dinner with me. If I could just compute what that means. _ |
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#1520 | There where the trend calls no friend. Like the winds with inherited duties. Be cautious then when names offend. And be careful of their poisoned movies. _ |
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#1521 | Forgive me for my slowness. But we are a private song. I'm proudest of the highest notes. And the sadness we prolonged. _ |
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#1522 | A motionless snail holding his cat as a mask. With a computer next to its head. Dressed in a traditional palace guard uniform. In a world of things unsaid. _ |
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#1523 | Two art patrons with triangle heads. Looking at the center of my pie shaped painting. If they bunch at the atomic scale somehow. I'll know after hunch by tainting. _ |
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#1524 | Time oh what a wondrous vessel. To journey through the number pi. How ellusive is the positive thought. Like a broomstick I balance thy. _ |
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#1525 | Like physics at the end of day. Rockets, they send back to nonperformance. If race tracks have secret backwards oarsmen. I'll only seek strength from their importance. _ |
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#1526 | Amateur taxi with name and logo. Drawn on its door with permanent marker. All women looking at my unworn treads. And an evening getting darker. _ |
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#1527 | Miranda's little-try shy-guy. Like an egg in a skateboarding glass park. Try this we read the story say. So of course we know last part. _ |
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#1528 | A man's thirty foot ham radio bench. With countless homemade devices. Not knowing how to put batteries in. So he piles them on there for niceness. _ |
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#1529 | Want to be inspiration has no flow. To knock but remove no fear. Real inspiration is like nose picking. Hello! Is there anybody here? _ |
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#1530 | With its light blue shade of habit. And sun spun like a plastic fan. With invisible true smiles of women. I'm spinning all I am. _ |
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