The Ladder
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#2341 | Two women large and small. Watching man locked inside a santa suit. To only want to do what's right. Women with keys to laughter mute. _ |
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#2342 | Then one day through ultimate science. We heard the sun speak loud. Your garbage, was all it said. Then all its actors bowed. _ |
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#2343 | I "don't" want to be close. I know what close is! Someone feeds it! But oh well, now that it's virgin drunk. Remember it is a carnivorous act. That needs it. _ |
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#2344 | Mouse eye view of a long stretch of highway. Seen from below a passenger car door. Stimulation by zero or stimulation by infinity. To chose the one with more. _ |
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#2345 | I stare at three 21 inch monitors. And bravely steer the nil. At an empty desk for thinking only. Near some hours on a window thrill. _ |
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#2346 | This is my favorite night club. It's called The Waste of Space. It's built on top of stilts you know. Do you think it has too much grace. _ |
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#2347 | Their microscope so cloudy. So filled with who to hate. People know a science. Accurate to one hesitate. _ |
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#2348 | Indoor thumbing will save the world. Letting stimulation needed be purged. Peaceful entertainment at the press of a lever. Letting man on the Internet be heard. _ |
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#2349 | Every hassle has a moat. No pristine mind would cross. Circumference sized to fit the keynote. And keep the thoughts in sauce. _ |
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#2350 | Attention where is the cause in thee. Forever not rest your needs. Move among questions that never stop. Without ending let attentions unplease. _ |
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#2351 | Two and three story houses. Built in a slanted fashion. Where perfect angles live. Every nail is passion. _ |
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#2352 | A man on the go with dogs. Hanging from his arms by paws. Sore wounds on both his karate hands. And cue the endless cause. _ |
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#2353 | I wish there was a movie called Fine Tuning. About how people grow. How they change their inner thoughts. Until themselves they know. _ |
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#2354 | So many crooks produce on a stage. It's absolutely why I come here these days. A McKegney on craig's list and donuts well made. Holes gone in seconds, and an audience paid. _ |
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#2355 | A long time ago I climbed a mountain. Then I wrote this poem and sat. But please don't make me speak of more. You're lucky I wrote that. _ |
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#2356 | When you look at the knight of a shining star. How does your love begin? Does it song on a planet years away. Or does it slow within? _ |
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#2357 | To also be at home like dust. Where size prevents no stars. Elephants kissing the new ease of mouselicks. In the non event of cars. _ |
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#2358 | With a focus so sharp it knows no needing. The river of my time here. Have you ever lifted your heart from reading. And watched a raindrop tear. _ |
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#2359 | Who can pass a high voltage wire. Under a curtain as part of a complex plan. A man rushing into a living room. Quickly touching a tree light can. _ |
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#2360 | Riding two exercise bicycles. On a king size bed. A man, a woman, no destinations. No smiles to count or dread. _ |
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#2361 | Though diamond may be the hardest stone. It's not quite the hardest thing known. When broken heart lungs ask why. So hardest is the breathless cry. _ |
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#2362 | Female Arctic ostriches. By a woman who paints like me. In that ice there is only nice. Our world of motionless tea. _ |
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#2363 | Deep is not a song my friend. Just walk in any rain. Unfold your hand letting letters send. Then give each drop a name. _ |
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#2364 | A mother with two children waiting for a bus. As she suggests they stay off the road. The four stages of a clothesline failing a blanket. Stage left the autumn leaves I've owed. _ |
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#2365 | When I listen to a song. I hear it through to end. That is why I promise you. I will always be your friend. _ |
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#2366 | Hear the moment swell. A voice speaks oh to yell. If upon the floor by noon. The dust of thought has fell. _ |
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#2367 | If the correct were corrected without transgressions. As far as why farms could knew. And felled sideways each demand's two lessons. Would that be dancing for true. _ |
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#2368 | Near the blame as close as kindness. There are two types of stations. To stand and wait so long it's timeless. Tightly holding reciprocations. _ |
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#2369 | My heros dream of helping. In the constant rain of scorn. My heros hold public offices. In the hurtful words of storm. _ |
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#2370 | An artist with a lifetime. And a pole vaulter they both start. When they have run for thirty years. Woman captures thus a heart. _ |
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