The Ladder
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#1771 | Moon shine? Yes I know. So one for supper at The-Green-Belt. Isn't that wonderful! A can of soup! And plenty of rum that your uncle dealt. _ |
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#1772 | Hot commodity come on in! Or however "that-saying" is spelled. We were bigger at anonymous texting. But then that's when the autumn fell. _ |
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#1773 | And now wings can even "go-through" mud. And we'll need to hope this "pin" from my throat. I want this. Let's go dancing. One two three. And the "stethoscope". _ |
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#1774 | Is that all we've got? Who will play the Didgeridoo? I guess there's nothing "else" in here. I guess the MoMA exhibit has a different view. _ |
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#1775 | Job seekers! I'll play "You The Value". And climbing up as-much. This will get very expensive. But welcome to my "hunch". _ |
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#1776 | Android? Is that a fishy lobster? Well thanks, that helps a bunch. I'm feeling much better. Where should we go for lunch. _ |
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#1777 | Explain is this "where" I'm saying to you. Vancouver has a hampered road. My grandson if I ever had one. Would understand that code. _ |
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#1778 | To Tacky's alright then. But excuse my autumn-nose. I'm desperately in-need of pen. Your "goddess" on a pimple shows. _ |
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#1779 | It's all going to make sense eventually. But right now there's not-enough wagons to harm. So let us hold "the rain" "like handles". And "sniffle" towards my charms. _ |
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#1780 | A man fishing with dry stale cheese. And a strong warehouse dolly for the catch. He thinks alone about the law of attraction. But observers decide the attach. _ |
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#1781 | Am I the only one who thinks. All atoms are solar systems. Or am I the only one who drives. In the mind with polar pistons. _ |
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#1782 | For derby hats turned to fad. For sidewalks best in show. For traffic trusting modified fish. All mystery shapes are gold. _ |
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#1783 | She makes the finest living. To over calm my nerves. You're going to be disappointed. She's like a friend to-me, dear Curve. _ |
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#1784 | I'm making that up. It's enough. Bird me. Seed me. Sow. On the other hand it's pretty obvious. Newspaper, Aviation, Throw. _ |
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#1785 | There's her house right-there. I have associates that-will close. Very shortly they will-be landing. "Are any" thumbs right-here apposed. _ |
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#1786 | While we were in the valley. And likely I was scared (who knows). We won the series soon enough. And endless fun for toes. _ |
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#1787 | You got your camera in the seventies right? Its inner potato shows. And the president said "stay inside". Just glancing slight the Olds. _ |
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#1788 | And then there's the people going nowhere thank-you. For what's a poet to do. Only looking slightly upwards. The greatest un-disturbing view. _ |
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#1789 | If we can-only test the hour. And "fix" it like a shoe. We were the "gladly" better behaved. Putting back that awful glue. _ |
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#1790 | Whatever your curse is. Don't tell her it's not me. You'll want "one" with "colours" in it. I only throw "far" as tree. _ |
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#1791 | You guys stop filming that dancer. She hasn't "dampened" morning dew. She's too expensive for proper dining. Eyelids that's your cue. _ |
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#1792 | It needs more T's than this. One of the "spokesmen" said. Nikon! You've found it. Orange, blues and red. _ |
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#1793 | Wow I just felt in love again. Protecting now the soon. News-as lightly as the stem. Would ever storm cocoon. _ |
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#1794 | There had better be "mighty mountains". But show me please with-what. How-about unused Thursday's. L'artiste forgot. _ |
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#1795 | What's wrong with you. A river that "so" soapy. I've seen a dangerous thing. The rain it feels like, hopefully. _ |
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#1796 | The people who were building it. Dew process asking why. I chewed my thumbs to wonder-them. If words can stack that high. _ |
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#1797 | All my newspapers worry me. Just who am-eyes. I cannot pay "for all" those windows. That break "my poetic wise". _ |
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#1798 | Modern drama serials. Glitter on tv. The best is yet to come. I almost gave up that dream. _ |
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#1799 | A Rhinoceros with horn cut off. Admiring a future bed of flowers. That's the way I look at you. When I see you sleep for hours. _ |
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#1800 | A lady wearing a bonnet looks out a window. To see who has just shouted "it hurts". And a young man watching his dog chasing geese. Shouts "that's good" to his dog he calls flirts. _ |
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