The Ladder
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#2041 | Wow! All that coffee talked allot! Who knew that's-what-years could-do. Polynesian-Sunrise eh! Yea we have those-too. _ |
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#2042 | Aside from all the plates-Nadine. What's the best disguise? For 51 dollars and 20 cents. The soft quatrains have eyes. _ |
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#2043 | Today is the biggest "less" investment, anyone can pound. Let us hope you right out of kitchen. Some of these are both Fish and Fiction. So put the metal down. _ |
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#2044 | Because the music, stares at tambourine. Then dips-in the banjo mixer. The flow goes through, the inner lean. Towards the extra-note, for thickener. _ |
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#2045 | When he looks at the oblong stars. You see that they are broken right? Do you also see their lost-serene. It's going to be a bad day for night. _ |
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#2046 | That's the thing you never do. Become all love tying a shoe. For how much could we win I jest. If grown men, could pass that test. _ |
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#2047 | Whatever it is it ain't my tent. I am more like just-resisting. Trying to get up before toilet wealth. Mothers aren't mean just something else. _ |
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#2048 | When I was five, I heard a preacher Dowse. Don't make plans, they'll be squashed like a mouse. It took forty years, to close that mouth. And learn the new way, to truly own a house. _ |
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#2049 | Inspiration is a moment. Of nine thousand thoughts. Three thousand more in that same foment. When their rights for time ends not. _ |
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#2050 | You know how some people respond to rain. Wanting to control it's sum. By tearing their fingers off in complaint. If two does not equal one. _ |
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#2051 | I shield my wise from the smallest skies. That shadow of the magic don't. Where those that would. Meet those that won't. _ |
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#2052 | Losing being that finest right. A gracefulness only wisdoms toe. Where problemless kites light up thin nights. I fear blight men might know. _ |
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#2053 | Slow life person I've just noticed your sale. I'm a slow life person too. Could I please buy your one ticket for life. To see fast people become sherry till chew. _ |
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#2054 | If every person was maximum careful. What a perfect world I'd see. But nothing is allowed to slow down or notion. Except the odd in me. _ |
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#2055 | Inside a driverless van with a small tree. Growing on its roof like an antenna. I was wondering from behind gray walls. If anyone can hear my heaven. _ |
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#2056 | There is no chance of men unteething. But the wind stops still to pro. There among the endless teasing. Is there someone reading slow? _ |
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#2057 | When the crime is loneliness. Do you hear in cubic lots. The innocent mind has none. Just half completed thoughts. _ |
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#2058 | Her eyes would hold no believe things. And nothings would storm her hands. And the sun would join our sleepings. Among the unrests of man. _ |
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#2059 | A human being isn't that a thing. Built to fall apart if you watch it sing. If it had its moment, what would you say. If it was pertaining, to its justice that day. _ |
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#2060 | There's a man sleeping in the back of a pickup truck. But not visible behind a cnn logo. Because in his dream world water equals money. Where he sleeps like he was cargo. _ |
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#2061 | Let's raise a toast to the power of leapfrog. While each winner needs one rest each two! Let's remember fondly, when there were famous people. Now let's show them, what humans can do! _ |
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#2062 | Well it's like two totem poles leaning into. The entrance of a television studio door. Somehow the raven lets us lore. Hinting somehow the slant knows more. _ |
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#2063 | Sarcasm died today. And reporters knew it most. Don't worry said one boy. You'll get your ghost. _ |
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#2064 | Of all the ways to cause no reactions. Deadpan is my favorite stance. It lets you read what people say. And never hurt their dance. _ |
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#2065 | Thus is not what one is. It's the changing in between. Though I give you an ample gift. It's the rearranging that I dream. _ |
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#2066 | Into each art or song composed. There is a depth the bravest goes. When your shovel hits unknown. You have found its room alone. _ |
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#2067 | As never as level as even. Word balance scales weigh mights. So heavy each morning to evening. My mind carries another two slights. _ |
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#2068 | That lean you call your best coffee stance. Your poems are a third of that romance. Like standing near my open windows. I don't advertise those kind of symbols. _ |
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#2069 | He wrote it to make us smile laughed humor. Cried drama said no I'm why. Then reason that is the depth of man. Finished reading and squatted a fly. _ |
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#2070 | A crazy mixed up tree head character. Unable to tell stories about himself. And if he forgets not to glance at you. Please forgive his stealth. _ |
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