The Ladder
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#2311 | Shore lines talk in whispers. And leaves speak soft as breeze. I will shout as loud as grasshoppers. To communicate less with thee. _ |
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#2312 | I love you like Canada. With a weathered resolve. And apologize for lightning. But not its main halls. _ |
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#2313 | Well how about a lover. And a note so good. No man has ever held before. So long or should. _ |
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#2314 | As the teeth of an angry person. Goes together and then moves apart. Three eye blinks owned by oceans. Also knew light and dark. _ |
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#2315 | An old mining tunnel is like life. Unresistible with the urge to enter. Danger as the season's offer. Same as the mean we lent her. _ |
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#2316 | It has no harp and it has no strings. And no heaven has heard it ask. And yet it stings those awful things. Dance and it shall instantly pass. _ |
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#2317 | And I also wish for growth of man. Or less semblance of unique. And a blanket warm as a failed strand. Storing the technique. _ |
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#2318 | Two robots at table pouring tea. One with no legs one with no arms. Where there's only one thing I can do for you. Turn my head and wish for charms. _ |
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#2319 | I always never sometimes deny. I prefer to be the fool. The quieter naivety reveals itself. The more it neats the cruel. _ |
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#2320 | A gentleman cat doubled resting sideways. Watching white bunnies flying undisturbed. If you don't mind I'll stay home alone. And paint gently if that's a word. _ |
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#2321 | A woman in Florida safely watching alligators. As she thinks about the importance of tools. Like a three foot globe of the earth on a desk. Which is actually just a man's ass on a stool. _ |
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#2322 | For the women asleep on small platforms. Halfway up walls dreaming heros. As we fade to black let the credits rain. So many names for zeros. _ |
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#2323 | And she upon the lane way. Would walk to sights unknown. So trees would cast their shadows. So as not to be alone. _ |
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#2324 | It's like a million loose square flat rocks. Piled up into hills at a junk yard. It helps no one and the pay is small. But you get to end rhymes with leopard. _ |
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#2325 | A hate filled person doesn't hate you. They just believe you can improve. Like a bubble that floats to a surface. You must take that their guidance is true. _ |
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#2326 | Please do entertain that world. Oh little unknown heart. Feed the tyrant stimulation. And then fear not its art. _ |
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#2327 | Home oh how I love that word. I shall stray from it not one mile. Sunsets maybe wonderful anywhere. But at home they are not on trial. _ |
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#2328 | For women collecting fries at burger shops. From all deep fry tubs quickly. And the emotionless snails with computers inside. Their accomplishments were just as tickly. _ |
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#2329 | Not even the ten best door locks on the market. Or a duplicate set one foot lower. Could stop the glees of the dear selfworths. Or the presence of the thoughtful knowers. _ |
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#2330 | If only I could be a quitter. And reactions were that slow. Then all the world could be a sliver. In reaction to that toe. _ |
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#2331 | When of courses become just smart enough. To make hourfull gongs and drums. And the dawns become just smart enough. To use showerful longs and strums. _ |
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#2332 | To know by ink and pixels. To stare at only paint. Two types of stimulation. And doors not for the faint. _ |
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#2333 | Aw, I'm sorry. Well actually, I think I'm love. Don't you remember that turkey? Na! I don't hate the mud. _ |
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#2334 | Whew that was a close one. Man did you see that guy. He allmost asked a woman out. Thank god a breeze went by. _ |
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#2335 | Like a man living inside a small cabin. Built inside an art gallery stopping to think. Might there be a surreal woman nearby. Sleeping on a bathroom sink. _ |
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#2336 | For in it's way a voice is not. Just as thought is yet so lonely. A word that rises to be heard. Was wise as once known only. _ |
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#2337 | First a coffee shop. Then majestic wolves and horses. Third a frog in a protective cage. Then unknown snakes and forces. _ |
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#2338 | A man with no musical talent returning. An instrument packed in meat to a music class. His cartoon character front saying meekly. Known reality hears his beeps but laughs. _ |
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#2339 | Now look closer but not too near. Do you see the thoughts in thirds. Do not judge the drivers harshly. But can you see the speed of words. _ |
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#2340 | A contract laborer working hard. At painting the sky blue for Michael Jackson. Knowing the balance and focal point. Showing the art of inaction. _ |
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