The Ladder
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#2431 | When two bodies meet in space. They pass or they collide. But I suspect the darkness smiles. When say reveal where an orbit hides. _ |
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#2432 | People how like planets. A vast many voices strew. And planets how like people. Correct number of friends be few. _ |
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#2433 | A research grant for curly phone cords. That's what this world needs. Find out where oh tangles come from. To go where art that leads. _ |
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#2434 | You know that shape of humans. Well humans are nothing like that. But kept secret hidden inside somewhere. Is where their circle is at. _ |
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#2435 | Oh small and lonely little mouse. With the shark fin all do fear. Please not hide your yearning heart. In the shadows cast by tear. _ |
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#2436 | Fine arts I sell you truly. Where no one has been. If pun moves so carefully. Yell that's where worlds begin. _ |
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#2437 | Or it could be like my old Mac Pro. I mean, when I took it apart. Or it could be like my dishwasher. That needs to be "shaken" to make it start. _ |
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#2438 | Here's the last-thing we have on paper. I'm going to un-attach it now. But please be careful, and just don't look. The mailbox could have wow. _ |
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#2439 | It could be the powerful outdoor-lantern. That makes the patio-parties bleep. I'm sure it can still "find an estate". It's just a "whack model" once a week. _ |
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#2440 | Inspiration is the loneliest torment. But oh what a place to be. No one can join such a tiniest moment. But lo may I hold hands with thee. _ |
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#2441 | That is the strongest shield. When anger sounds like don't. Nothing can hurt the warmth of self. When a kitten's hidden in your coat. _ |
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#2442 | To steer a hurricane aim your thoughts. Then aim your eyes right there. Change direction of your slowest knots. Then bravely resume floor stare. _ |
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#2443 | Within a perfect stillness. Is there a place for me. I could only till the hush. To respond to thus as seed. _ |
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#2444 | Only jog in new shopping mall parking lots. And only behind cars that have good brakes. Only look behind you wherever you go. And avoid the magic being talked to makes. _ |
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#2445 | Hostile to all trends. Willing to only one. I stand among all hell dressed mens. To salute her setting fun. _ |
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#2446 | There were many roads to find the new. Each turn they took with dread. They endlessly wandered a or b. So I lived inside my head. _ |
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#2447 | When family come home for Christmas. There's a special language of horns and signs. They release control to the harbor master. And release control divine. _ |
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#2448 | Poets just blow soap bubbles. Infinity is a child's game. Who'll make most influence. As elder memories take aim. _ |
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#2449 | You don't have to be a poet. You don't have to carve in wood. Just by telling who's your favorite. Shows just how you could. _ |
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#2450 | She visits the coffee shop frequently. Frequency is how to tell. Heros hide in higher specdums. You have to fine tune well. _ |
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#2451 | Considering the much of us. And the emptiness of space. Sure there's alot more nothingness. But nothing goes to waste. _ |
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#2452 | Please don't try to make me laugh. They knock you down for that. That reminds me to mow the lawn. And wear my lowest hat. _ |
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#2453 | Flying our helicopters upside down. Dysfunctional like binary zeros. Flying our helicopters right side up. Dull with a mist of heros. _ |
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#2454 | A very skinny woman wearing oversized clothing. Holding a beautiful golden compass to her stomach. As she becomes a monument to my northern stare. I'll never dine enough to stretch my homage. _ |
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#2455 | That which is not paradox. Can be so much at times. Had until you find it. As that makes it so fine. _ |
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#2456 | There's only one advice. That's worth more than another. A life time of choices sends you somewhere. So treasure the voice of your mother. _ |
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#2457 | A frozen foot is like a dog. You have to live with it for life. But I guess that's when the beauty. To learn more then than strife. _ |
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#2458 | The opinion crossed the line of care. While the ear drum was undefended. But the chill of winter chilled the where. So the tongue was unoffended. _ |
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#2459 | And hide the humor best as can. That it never did shine well. Bet all mindings on the dimming hand. The never of the candle's yell. _ |
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#2460 | A royal flush is a care thing. Dare so is the own. Elation is not so a rare sing. It's the only thing you keep in your home. _ |
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