The Ladder
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#1681 | My knees in Ontario. Found land. Made of clay. Got-lucky. But-are what-oceans. Might want to shape their way. _ |
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#1682 | What's your Lady process? I shutter up heaven in disguise. Leaving some arts to the barnacle sides. But grace itself, I wetsuit to the eyes. _ |
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#1683 | It's always dankest before the wrong. Where haven in the mind repeats. And hurries shine upon the shone. Where the worries can grow obliques. _ |
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#1684 | Warming up a lucky lottery charm. By dangling it inside a toaster. I'll never understand a day. And my cup just hit a coaster. _ |
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#1685 | A woman in a bed against a barn. Being photographed if that's called bliss. Domestic living at its finest. But only if she exists. _ |
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#1686 | Two milks in "it" at once? I'm here! I'm over here! Please put down your phaser. Hur-raw, diamonds are the pair! _ |
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#1687 | Department store saleswoman seeing man. Crossing a rope bridge from her vast tv's. Of all the ways to impress your heavens. Have you seen where I lost my trees. _ |
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#1688 | End of boat dock protrusion with fixed bear. Over protrusion with fixed fish. And I shall make a living there. Where the rule is not to wish. _ |
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#1689 | I see women two floors down. And stairs are scary things. To rise so high no insect flies. But oh how memory stings. _ |
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#1690 | A hidden room. And a poet's skylight. An upper window cove, where pillows cuddle. A bbq beach-pit. And a main spiral "Slide" case. And an outdoor bed in a plastic bubble. _ |
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#1691 | In the bottom drawer with the unfixable amount. Of tangled twine seen hardly. If you need some sing look in there. Where I threw the fun from parties. _ |
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#1692 | I will never go to parties again. Because they have two million rules. Number one is don't eat the peanut. That one always surprises fools. _ |
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#1693 | Child three card monty enthusiast. Running away from three unhappy cures. He just wants to serve a world. And provide the best of tours. _ |
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#1694 | Woman proud of man and standing. Behind him and holding his shoulder. Wherever a man owns horizons. No endless warm is colder. _ |
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#1695 | True inspiration is like bottled ice. The Klondike, will forever grow. Arrange a team and throw some dice. And be prepared to know. _ |
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#1696 | I have a perfect bird feeder in the rain. No birds have ever found. And a pleasure of everything nicely right. Would you like a cup of sound. _ |
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#1697 | If you find a fisherman on a lake. No dancers have ever lured. Don't hesitate to ask for wait. And please forgive each word. _ |
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#1698 | As faintly as all shadows tilt. And "only" horizons "steam". So turning into consumes "still". Only a tundra keens. _ |
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#1699 | Starvation as a "sinister's" dream. Ideas won't like sand. Give them snow and ice for heaven. And listen, hard as grand. _ |
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#1700 | Prepare to go to work as thus. Keep hidden from the wind. Knowing the Klondike "of the mind". So Barely moves the brush within. _ |
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#1701 | Then Adirondact the morning. Crack open five thousand-miles. Soul "being only" electricity. Who's toast pops up for styles. _ |
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#1702 | Someday I'll understand frequency. And which is better slow or fast. But I suspect they are both the same. With extremes that touch at last. _ |
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#1703 | Remember you woke-up, in the dark. And felt the tent-floor bare. I guess you really wanted nothing. And found, no-electronics there. _ |
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#1704 | But there is a "staple" on the horizon. Far behind our eyes so rare. Who knew you had-to be so lonely. To short the currents there. _ |
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#1705 | I was walking along-the lonely. Honey, we talked about this. There were two men in there. Mutual Man, and Shift. _ |
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#1706 | Apex-the-Stone will take you home. Who on earth is he? He is like a smile full of groceries. And he can mend your tree. _ |
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#1707 | I told-you I can't do that. The sun is warm near me. I knew it would take this-long to explain it. Behold. "I got lots from thee". _ |
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#1708 | That answer won't suffice? Do not look at me. I've seen the bedroom twice. Equations-forgot that key. _ |
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#1709 | Call the general manager. To solidify your screen. Like his appearance on Jeopardy. Husband-Theater, I think you mean. _ |
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#1710 | Surly you can reach the furniture. Who said you would be the one? Expensive host? Expensive simplicity. Neck of the woods, you won. _ |
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