The Ladder
This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as |
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#2551 | Tell me only autumn leaf. How do you like your brook. Should the water be so calm. Or move just oh so lill. _ |
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#2552 | To talk all day and never say. That which we all think. Then somebody writes it down. Oh man what a wretched fink. _ |
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#2553 | Hear oh world my highest screamed. Bear it loud like mind. Yet no longer than echoes seemed. So wishes known are timed. _ |
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#2554 | To behold we look for kinship. No distance can stop our stare. As we would search our lifetime cursed. Why did we not see the air. _ |
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#2555 | Soft spoken hearts. So golden their means. Opinions like soap bubbles. Should float to their gleams. _ |
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#2556 | Oceans of oceans and dusts of dusts. Or between the wills of men who must. A shore line renders but beauty best. I'll make my whom on the thought of this. _ |
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#2557 | The flower that grows so small. Is the saddest wilt of all. For there is no red or hue so lived. As the color of the uncorsage. _ |
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