The Ladder
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#1711 | It's equally nice to do that. Is-there anything else? In the hall there is one message. Sorry. I Forget the house. _ |
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#1712 | Where only being dear to each other. Like sunflowers, wheat and corn. Does the sun create every news breeze. Does togetherness weather storm. _ |
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#1713 | Of course there's super something. Like the cold-raven in the hall. Don't forget your Leather-Gloves. Yea, baseball has it all. _ |
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#1714 | Who's watching your new submarine. Post Secondary Class. That robin-egg washed ashore. I guess you call that trash. _ |
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#1715 | That's my dreams associated with it. So I can paint the other laughs. Kindly leave your ten-foot shoes. Where I can paint their paths. _ |
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#1716 | I can see everything is going-downhill. Instant instructions, equal gobbly goop. Have you seen my other ice-flows. Yea, I know all about "that" route. _ |
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#1717 | Like the tv, is the channel. Could you please pass the "pout". Why on earth is sunlight washing. Every pixel "out". _ |
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#1718 | That speck of a man skiing uphill. On the side of a mountain of white. Never down-hills on the wreck of a plan. Nor on his will throws spite. _ |
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#1719 | Above or below the trepidation. From where should we look at man. To choose above for innocence. That's results I understand. _ |
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#1720 | I lean my head towards the dread. Far thrown as the care filled eye. Holding the posture of hours instead. There where the friend is nigh. _ |
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#1721 | I stare at five 21-inch displays. And bravely steer the nil. At an empty desk for thinking only. Near some hours on a window thrill. _ |
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#1722 | Wild horses in a fast gallop. So envied by all slow carts. Please forgive my latest fear. High speed remarks. _ |
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#1723 | I live within an unopinion cabin half embedded. Into the upper corner of another cabin roof. Where depending upon the current time delay. I can fear the perfect aloof. _ |
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#1724 | I'll seldom bleep of inner wings. And less seldom translate space. I will seldom peek at womens' wise. And less seldom speak of face. _ |
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#1725 | Ok my world is to be uncut. You can't fight em, even if you put gas in there. Like lot's of different things. You tend to learn. About these stings Louise dear. _ |
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#1726 | For the folding conclusions that pro man makes. And all the false ends he claims. For the strength of a beautiful toe man stepped on. There's a sheathing for all his names. _ |
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#1727 | I hear, roads can love roads. But I'm lost, here at turned wise. So could you please point out. Where intercourse lies. _ |
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#1728 | Like a particle, or like a wave. In the grime, or such will amaze. I promise I'll look. Twice for you always. In the mind, and then in the haze. _ |
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#1729 | I always flip through channels up. Fearing the down like nights. Only problem now I fear. Is the karma at such heights. _ |
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#1730 | Trunks of underwater elephants entwining. Over picnic blanket at rocky coast line water. Something, earth, friend, and fire. Oh and just a touch of bother. _ |
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#1731 | Are we different. Or are we the same. Our minds are golden. But our thoughts are jade. _ |
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#1732 | There are five reasons near any center. I suspect most teacups know. Here's a toast to infinite finite. That internal five pixels glow. _ |
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#1733 | I'll throw on one more piece of wood. If she ever stakes her claim. Wow! Are you wearing something new? I love your loin cloth shame. _ |
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#1734 | Man is being arrested for concealing. A doll strapped to his back. But oh to talk in zeros. To the ever endless lack. _ |
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#1735 | I learned along time ago. The physical world is not for me. So I do not operate heavy machinery. Wherever three equals three. _ |
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#1736 | Being no match against the common good. I heard a knot start to cry. Upon encounters where I stood on standings. A community truth's new sky. _ |
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#1737 | I think I might know what's down there. We're going to need a very long marriage. But we know we won't get anywhere there. So seventy five percent sounds fair. _ |
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#1738 | First prize commander! Never in command sir! That, unwitting advantage. I'll buy it with a grain of manage. _ |
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#1739 | I'm going, to shadows now. Excuse me, I have to write. Being second, has a very clear voice. Gotta go. I'm late for nice. _ |
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#1740 | Now I'm stuffed with cranberries. Perhaps from washed ashore. With extra heavy dialog. Parents, please stop war. _ |
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