The Ladder
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#2071 | I bet it's this one! "Betty". Before we go to bed "let's health". Cucumbers big as raisins. Kill that "giant mouse"! _ |
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#2072 | You know that industry that sells tobacco? I guess man is in search of such luck. Like a giant cigarette butt at high velocity. Leaving a factory and entering a truck. _ |
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#2073 | What is a career? Is it physical therapy? Should I use it on myself? Like thanks allot "John Wealth". _ |
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#2074 | But I had to fight with John. You come down here, this instant! Blink! And steer the handle. Find the klondike "Princeton"! _ |
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#2075 | I just heard two horses right? Sophie dancing "slight"? Try and wet the bed tonight! Then stand right there and spike. _ |
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#2076 | But bathe in blue? That's dangerous like a river. Keep the extra, for yourself. But be the best meine bueno. _ |
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#2077 | Let's make it into a game for us! Hmmm? Dog smelling its "poo"? She'll survive the "queen" that way! Does Billy really shave like new? _ |
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#2078 | Yes. I'm writing stories to "myself". Dawson maybe sees a "widow". Eleventh rule: "mystify"? Kind of like a dangerous pillow. _ |
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#2079 | Now "that" man is killer. So use-different fly again! Just like healing a human being. A heart attack that sat within. _ |
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#2080 | Rapid onset! Clever "glows"! You know that art. That artists shine. Miss Harriet! Trust your shoe off! And customers "drink your wine". _ |
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#2081 | And only just for rooftop nails. That living henchmen might have "seen. Learn to embrace them "just for hoops". (god forbid such team) _ |
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#2082 | You'll want to be patient. But look to the left. THERE is a quiet life. Remember it is, just an illusion. A loud noise, to a prisoners wife. _ |
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#2083 | It's a box. And it's a car. But also just a Toad and more. No-one should see, stuff-found in sharks. We've heard that song before. _ |
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#2084 | Does he have something like-an apartment. Well perhaps. A bit lazy wash no "dish". He's gone to buy a whimsical one. With tweed measurements and a fish. _ |
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#2085 | A behemoth with much excitement. It's-breath smells-as bad as "lore". Yes you can read it. It's coming up soon. Eraser, pencil, floor. _ |
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#2086 | No fins. But we've got its wings repaired. And a cage to hold the "id". Forty dollars-for its blanket. And the laundry-Stonehenge did. _ |
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#2087 | Is this what it's been doing all these years. It cares for the Kayaks won. It's half passed two. You know dad. It's a bowling shirt for one. _ |
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#2088 | How did you get its positive back. In the cage from which it flew. It looks very good in the sand. So here is what you do. _ |
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#2089 | See if it can sink or swim. And feed-it little wrongs. But do not yell "in here's a bird". The "ember" will be gone. _ |
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#2090 | At the coughing-machine. There's a two hundred dollar chick. Hold the lantern, desperately-inside. Look for the wisest quip. _ |
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#2091 | Few will ever view it. Please note the zero wingspan. Exits are at the lumps-and-tears. Please fasten all your plans. _ |
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#2092 | Positive or negative. Choose your cameras please. At the truly tiniest moment. Apply some chemistry. _ |
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#2093 | Remember all your rulers. Use your current-one real fast. Measure wing-tips to the drool. And prepare to hear the draft. _ |
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#2094 | Yes it was impossible. That-one got away. It positively stayed inside. We think it rhymed with "hey". _ |
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#2095 | Here we are, in front of an old-truck-stop. (Those positive, will see a store). And to our right, you see-musical notes. In barrels of ignore. _ |
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#2096 | I will-not hold my-fingers, to air. When impossibility is due. Because words, are flying to the meanings. That typewriters never always knew. _ |
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#2097 | They are used to bang numerous-things. Mostly keyboard-keys and wings. But how-high or low they go. Depend on how-far the rib cage "pings". _ |
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#2098 | I'll stay off the fingers. Leprechauns are-not new. Luck has nothing, to do with it. All "thirds" are atoms too. _ |
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#2099 | What do the major six wear? Upon the guardian slope. Wow. Three thousand pounds? That's allot of coat. _ |
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#2100 | Hey who missed the fox? Was that you? I had a bad grape too. An Ontario wind that struck my vine. My galleries await your climb. _ |
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