The Ladder
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#1801 | There's a road that leads away from my home. I'll know not where it goes. It's newly paved and lined with flowers. But I'm sure it's timeless old. _ |
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#1802 | Like a sunset known by only camera. Like a picture of its unknown tree. Please imagine your favourite canyon. And at most remote know me. _ |
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#1803 | Ok, we'll do, entertaining. London get the cheese. Sad part get the usual experiences. And someone get the tease. _ |
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#1804 | Let no insult fly by day. First dreams have not yet test foray. Lens fields of wheat that touch by leans. Fear no zeros only means. _ |
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#1805 | Excuse me where does the eleven go. Is it the same place I forget like time. Towards unleaning or towards unmeaning. Or towards an indifferent mind. _ |
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#1806 | Have you seen where I left my other love. I've looked for it in the opposite of everywhere. I've counted to you but then I'm unlost. Maybe odd is just zero insert any word here. _ |
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#1807 | Within the work load of a crazy man. I'll soon have half a levy. Where in a port I'll leer for sand. And carry what lust calls heavy. _ |
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#1808 | The secret to safe anti gravity. Is in the strength of military thread. When aged for twenty five years. You can't hold down such dread. _ |
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#1809 | There is a man. Calling himself "no traffic controller". He is counting your name. With a black and-orange shoulder. _ |
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#1810 | Why don't you repair that. How would you want to make it dream. No it doesn't work like that. Are we talking about resin machines. _ |
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#1811 | Isn't it against your money though? Who will we watch today and why. Are we actually in a graveyard? Let's lean on something sky. _ |
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#1812 | And if they've covered up her picture. Then let's download every hill. Let's then pledge allegiance once. Shouting "Anything for a Daffodil". _ |
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#1813 | I've waited for many inner-ears. Do you "think well" of that sound. Should I let the bees hear-this. That anyone can clown. _ |
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#1814 | We're just trying to do our stuff. We agreed with that so painfully. Who do we work for everyday? I thought we agreed "occasionally". _ |
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#1815 | Yes her husband served her for a lifetime. Then his release came-up. Twelve "Turkeys" at all once! Just what are we talking about. _ |
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#1816 | Look out. He's on you. Yeah my dad was such a warrior. "Like how wolves" begin at north. So much "riding on each courier". _ |
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#1817 | It's love is "actual". Did you understand "Today". Yes numbers cost a pretty penny. Should-she choose an un-bent page. _ |
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#1818 | Like Vancouver within a mitten. East-Morse code with a spine. And February upon a book. I put-down named Heart of Mine. _ |
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#1819 | But there's only rest, and lazy swarmed me. And because Autumn looks divine. I think I'll go into "her-word for slumber". And ask her for a sign. _ |
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#1820 | Excuse me miss have you seen them. I fear I've lost all pets. Those situations that trick a man. To act out played regrets. _ |
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#1821 | From in my heartbeat I can hear of man. His must the smallest code. So each day I find an unloved pebble. And add it to his road. _ |
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#1822 | Slow man leaving building through revolving door. Before fast man asking would you like me to carry you. No, that was just art, stealing the sink. Let's only respond to what we have to. _ |
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#1823 | Woman you are hard to find. Hidden like the mace. The meek and gentle of your kind. Like breeze amongst the blaze. _ |
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#1824 | Even though once or twice a year. A drawer may fall away. When opened just a bit too far. A friendship also may. _ |
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#1825 | What is a season the reason enters. Allowed can a road have sign. No spectrum ends that has all centers. Uncompared one is sublime. _ |
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#1826 | A row of country cottages. But with front walls only. I stand at the window. And try to look homely. _ |
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#1827 | The true teacher just passes the butter. And all the learns of earned finesse. Like a cat and an owl in beanbag chairs. Need I mention permanence. _ |
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#1828 | Fire the Mason Jars. Tickle fancy's. Tenth grade cinema screens engage. English jam tarts. Morning card sharks. By the angles Men! "Out behave"! _ |
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#1829 | Cut off your rifles men. We only need the butt's. Private Ryan "but what about evening tea"? I think I almost "understand" soldier. But how could "sunset" evening me? _ |
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#1830 | Where your caution still looks new. And twenty billion people grew. I'll think of coffee and pour a true. Was I among the ones you knew. _ |
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