The Ladder
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#2461 | Oh what is this thing so cruel. If when pushed stops like a mule. And flutters like a cobweb's code. The ironies of life I rode. _ |
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#2462 | I never like it when a woman prefers. To have no online info and no way for nerds. If she thinks I'm going to get to know her by talking. Then she's insane because I ain't squawking. _ |
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#2463 | So you're a small tiger walking. Into a high traffic tiger intersection. With only perseverance and clearance. Timing is your best protection. _ |
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#2464 | Over there by that rain runoff. I live about a hindrance mile. Sun rays warming the last known frost. Make me wonder by smile. _ |
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#2465 | As equal storms are men and weather. I shall never hate the see. Like on an oar, like sinned are sure. All wind and men shall be. _ |
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#2466 | Who famously defines a word. Would be the first to say. If benefit comes from unsung. Then let the word have play. _ |
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#2467 | I went down an escalator backwards. Once when I was thirty five. Halfway down I passed a teenager. Who was rising backwards why? _ |
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#2468 | When you dream outside your bedroom door. And see flicker of wrong orange light. It's sort of like when you wake to noise. Grows fear that is not your fight. _ |
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#2469 | Jaded flustered and cynical. Hot tempered and fustrated. I would hell my pinnacle. To not be that disabled. _ |
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#2470 | To be so still we never get that illness. Will a core shaped wrong un-please. There is no pill to cure the thrill-less. Of the teach someone a lesson disease. _ |
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#2471 | Today in school we learned about lift. So first we learned about lifting by pulley. Did you know when balanced broomsticks drift. One man's majority becomes another man's bully. _ |
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#2472 | I would be your gentle lover. You would hardly know I'm there. Just like your home drip coffee maker. When you make one cup and stare. _ |
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#2473 | There will always be two paths in woods. With Kingdom and Boredom signs. Boredom being that meanest enemy. That path that causes rhymes. _ |
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#2474 | Appreciation oh what are you. If only one can care. Go boldly oh the heart that plunders. What others have held dear. _ |
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#2475 | When hate tries to climb a ladder. Please try not to stare. Its plight is a private matter. Remember you were once there. _ |
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#2476 | Sweet attention to focus thee. Upon the world in front of me. To watch their shadow's loanlydance. Untill you see their eloquence. _ |
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#2477 | The peaceful in constant battle. Against the bored who would do anything. Hand one a peace of paper. And the other the fight that it brings. _ |
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#2478 | Humble before the one you cove. And especially the some you can't. Try to be the one they love. And the hate they wish they shan't. _ |
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#2479 | I shall never know such beauty. Like a person so hard at work. That as she oh near sips a coffee. Which no cost can compute such worth. _ |
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#2480 | Where you'll find our spirit. That place that's made of thirds. No light, no sound, no merits. Destination between the words. _ |
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#2481 | Let us admire raindrops. And not dance while sunsets score. Then let us know within our sin. And forgive the saboteur. _ |
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#2482 | Like a circle of hooded monks and my brother. Releasing steam from my apartment ceilings at dusk. Like a circle of hooded monks onboard a boat saving seas. I thank sofas are my bravest cusp. _ |
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#2483 | Hierarchy is a magic word. We say it all the time. In fact there's no way not to say it. How else would you fill a mind. _ |
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#2484 | A relaxed art teacher dressed in all white casuals. Teaching a class showing all my art. Woman knees to forehead lowering self into well. Painted rescuing an artist's start. _ |
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#2485 | An artist moves everything that is not a brush. The brush just gets in the way. I looked at a Dali this morning. This evening I returned a tray. _ |
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#2486 | Art and poetry teach like mountains. What the hiking boot needs to know. Nothing to shoelaces could be more louder. Than the silence of something so old. _ |
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#2487 | Never ask a time traveler what time zone is this. He'll become scared that you've found him out. And equally important when a journey begins. Never leave or believe a river of trout. _ |
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#2488 | A light saber to cut antenna rod from her armor. To rescue milady from those tangled vibrations. And my usual house blend no sugar please. With the usual teddy bear topping evasions. _ |
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#2489 | Vibrations are the seasons. Vibrations are the tides. Vibrations are a world at work. And that's why people cry. _ |
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#2490 | Watching removal of a mask from a puppet. Biting erasers from the pencils of nations. Mosquito on the side of a nose bridge at night. Eye to eye with the course of impatience. _ |
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