The Ladder
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#181 | Ever since there's been A or B. Feral actors have, tried to be too hat. Wearing the insane, parts of a drain. Why do we hear clangs like that? _ |
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#182 | Bile problems, we don't know how to say. Tricky style. Can Paula come out and play? All right, Jessie girl. Since gangsters have no say. _ |
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#183 | Without a star, I feel stronger. Putting stucco ceilings to the test. Who's heart is rearranging the deadpan paintings. Thought constellations so far from Best. _ |
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#184 | They are in danger, like a carton of Honeyrose. With excuses, excuses. In every hose. While I live life, at the speed of sewer. Never late Sloth. I believe your heart was truer. _ |
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#185 | It was unbelievable. Did you to see it? Avalanches were just as-slow. Ah! Taking the end slice of breads. Only gentle enough wakings-snow. _ |
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#186 | To dislike all animation. To stare at a logic prize. To wonder with eyes so stationed. What makes a vase advise. _ |
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#187 | Pen your wine markers everyone. Someone had a stroke. Possibly attracted to someone beautiful. Let's liver a toast toward that affliction. But please Not Now! Don't Joke! _ |
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#188 | A toast to the dance of garbage. Reaching high to the sun serving tea. Here's what the sun heard sounding. "I'll share it with anybody else but me". _ |
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#189 | Poetry loves what it means. And what it means' loves keys instead. Have you ever turned a viewpoint sideways. And knew it pulled all said. _ |
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#190 | I've seen you ten-thousand times now. Even though there-are too many words here. I've heard first-men think too-much one-rhyme. If this is love: let's-play catch with sunshine. _ |
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#191 | They're blowing us apart. I can't pull anything. They're going to hate me. We used to have thirty designs. Just don't say anything that the cats could twine. _ |
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#192 | Five questions. What makes a bee a bee? Why Interrupt? Am I a person? And may I sit-here please? I brought my "own" jet ski. _ |
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#193 | It fills like living every place you know. That place so tall it hides. Where chance can't move the things of mission. Yet everything motionless tries. _ |
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#194 | The explanation that dies by words. Like the shimmer that dies by sun. As gentle as the river tells you. Please forgive my words of none. _ |
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#195 | Teach someone a lesson disease. Has a privacy at it's center called loved. Right where teach someone a lesson breeze. Keeps a privacy at it's center called doves. _ |
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#196 | A flower to lift your spirits up. As bliss orbits the woes. And in a universe all that stops. Pushes all that knows. _ |
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#197 | Coffee makes people talk to each other. Where un-excitements never share. And bland woman how, goes our morning? Let us burst-compare. _ |
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#198 | Which is very important? What's underneath the breath? Or how can I make you stay? With or without a kind of Broken say. _ |
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#199 | In my second life I can pace for hours. On no hillside called lichen's rift. Where men who like her can think for powers. And improve the song of if. _ |
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#200 | Long time no see. We're not "you" in heaven. Hey! Sounds work just as good! Oh my god "You-are ears". You're not putting "that" on, are you? Forget-your upbringing. Time to sit on "chairs of chairs". _ |
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#201 | Have you got any good skeletons on cloud nine? Are they making fun of you for fun? Are they-best with wine or email? Why do you ask? I'm sorry, son. _ |
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#202 | How do scopes work? By atom-dwellers Lurking: why? So I can tell you about myself. Perhaps you can tell me about yourself. There's something about the streets that makes the eyes and ears stop working-fine. _ |
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#203 | When you walk near a puddle at night. And you see it contains the stars. Then you pretend you comprehend. That is what atoms are. _ |
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#204 | You are listening to Thoughts Across the Brain. With Rosy Chickenpox at ninety-seven. No traffic on the Eye-Tablet. And who's your hero, after Chapter Eleven. _ |
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#205 | Bacon south you're trying to bug me. I need your north pole too. Forge all non hinges in no fire. For reasons you don't have a clue. _ |
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#206 | And a thin coffee table gives him a chance. Where maybe he never lefts. He would need all the gadgets in a world. To find out: what was his gift. _ |
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#207 | He's got the classic symptoms. That's interesting. Remember the armies? It's for those that "sans" salute you. I've tried to help him. But where's his mission mark? His goal? You-are tons of lady come dance. He's sensitive tree cold. _ |
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#208 | It's kind of funny "of the morning dew". To want to play anymore. Absolutely not there's air in his eyes. If-that sounds precious: Kitchen-drain and only pour. _ |
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#209 | That's Bike's Original Sauce. Don't do that. Money has spilled all over the stovetop there. I guess I'm here was not enough. I've got to get up from chair. _ |
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#210 | With three houses to clean. And not-be totally insensitive: terrific pills. In this first house: there are no flies. And cat-food upsets: double toes not eyes. _ |
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