The Ladder
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#1981 | Trust me. The jewels are the thieves. I'd like to wear one "scone". Hands up. More wine before it breathes. _ |
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#1982 | Within the nature of these fingers. Please wrap them more and more. What-are my best intentions. Why won't your music score. _ |
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#1983 | He needs to be asleep. He's selling it. Just wait. Like two-bit rusted Cadillacs. The buns we'll have to plate. _ |
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#1984 | Are we doing this together. Who's down for this escape. Indian soup or fantasies. There's other ways to cake. _ |
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#1985 | Guyana. Diamonds a la Lac Leamy. Round trees. There's not much else to say. _ |
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#1986 | Within the smoky air. Where coughs do not compare. The natural habitat of raisins. That travelers repair. _ |
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#1987 | Quite a substance isn't it. Do you "have one" carrot more. In what country. "Interviews" do they let pour. _ |
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#1988 | I've seen that ship "divinity". Why-did it not come here. With-glaciers old as morning. Just cream with extra stare. _ |
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#1989 | To-starboard west at ten knots. Who's afraid can cry. Heaven or no-daffodils. Plain doughnuts have caught my spy. _ |
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#1990 | I painted a new painting for your hallway. Which would need to be placed near another. A warm and quiet home shaped like a girlfriend. Recolored with crayons by my grandmother. _ |
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#1991 | And know each day in a never way. What groceries take away. To awake and store, a lust so sure. What makes it to a corner core. _ |
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#1992 | Even animals can play that game. It only takes a team. Did you ever wear a summer night. And call a friend by dream. _ |
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#1993 | Selling, non-violence. Chalk doesn't lend itself. Hey, this "place" is made of cake. An entire month they wouldn't do it. Get them out of here. She dropped "Sweetwater Lake". _ |
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#1994 | Seven years. And all that in a tube. Very valuable. It tests so negative. Come in and wash your hands. Maybe you're supposed to like such mood. _ |
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#1995 | Have you got a name? Like the faults of every chemical. Because they might slide away sometimes. You brought me all your art for medical. _ |
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#1996 | Signs before forces. Just like a duck. Collides with every step. I love thin documents. And dark hills. They have refunds for ties unkempt. _ |
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#1997 | I never bought her lovely curse. In love with retro wrong. To make my boyhood function right. Collapse everything I think with fond. _ |
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#1998 | Are you making fun? Hearing what I hear? Why are you being kind to me? Is this Marshmallow year? Hey, weeping willow tree. Always my favorite "hiding" state. Health, fire, and safety. I have to be that date. _ |
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#1999 | This year has been "here" for a "long stench". How do you climb a stream? I can look around a bit "if you like". This floor above? There seems to be a window dream. _ |
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#2000 | An old hat. Ask you're buddy, if the wind is back. Yes, ninety percent. Roger, she's here. Your lines of trusting, in each drawing. While faking it, "candidly" fold its flap. _ |
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#2001 | If I trust the Tv guide. You are from the south. And dogs eat dogs in space. Come on over here Great Physics. Fast in my room. I broke the "ladder" race. _ |
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#2002 | Send me a stretchable bottle. It might do some dummy-damage. What changes the "available" year? What no research. I'm out of here. _ |
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#2003 | For the next Texico season. A mother is hard to find. Forms will "form" the great Olympics. Oh my god tear tier. _ |
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#2004 | Concentration, I'm your father. Such food fills up in here. You are "roped" as once-was I. Have faith. Inner-slopes are wise. _ |
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#2005 | Lock these keys out. They are training me on how to march. Bereft of haven. Even light's too dark. _ |
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#2006 | Behind the even days. Therein hides the ghost. Desperate, and needing only hope. Torn and "stuck" thereby death. Only "harp" strings "slight" suspect. _ |
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#2007 | The best "night" of my life. The splendor of no roads. I only stopped for "river" one. All thoughts, you're on your own. _ |
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#2008 | Cruelty. I'm so all horses. This dessert, is all my tabs. Mimi, please read this "sign" to me. Dear Robert. I gift "all odes" you've cast. _ |
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#2009 | It wasn't could, giving it away. That makes the getting up in morning. You understand who seldom care. If sirens hear a coffee scoring. _ |
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#2010 | Want no trouble, plastic bubble. Is that to like as fist as see. What a great man, stands I am. That revolts the quest of me. _ |
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