2557 Quatrains Set 1400
(in order of creation, newest first)

Go sadly.
So-that the "forth-night" might hear.
I created the table for you.
Little plastic mines, suspect clear.
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Toss a boat.
Any one can here.
Scribble is a function.
Capsize the pen cap beer.
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And bubbles make no potion.
I ran the light! Fire steer!
Have you ever heard of Mange.
I row to eradicate, only a guy out there.
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Watching the progress bar.
Why are you so nice to me.
Tummy erased erasion!
Of me they cannot see.
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Contemplating the impossible question.
By sitting center of the frozen pond.
When wanting to feel closer, to the truth.
That's the only "guest" of gone.
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True inspiration is like bottled ice.
The Klondike, will forever grow.
Arrange a team and throw some dice.
And be prepared to know.
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Starvation as a "sinister's" dream.
Ideas won't like sand.
Give them snow and ice for heaven.
And listen, hard as grand.
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As faintly as all shadows tilt.
And "only" horizons "steam".
So turning into consumes "still".
Only a tundra keens.
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Then Adirondact the morning.
Crack open five thousand-miles.
Soul "being only" electricity.
Who's toast pops up for styles.
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Prepare to go to work as thus.
Keep hidden from the wind.
Knowing the Klondike "of the mind".
So Barely moves the brush within.
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Remember you woke-up, in the dark.
And felt the tent-floor bare.
I guess you really wanted nothing.
And found, no-electronics there.
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But there is a "staple" on the horizon.
Far behind our eyes so rare.
Who knew you had-to be so lonely.
To short the currents there.
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Entertainment having no other gear.
Paintings were my only way.
With no engine in between.
I get infinity per "no-morality-play".
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To me painting and drawing skills look like humanity's.
Shiny new impressive 5 pixel camera invention.
Which is pretty boring if you don't point it at the 5 metaphors.
That are in front of us but eyes don't mention.
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Now I understand painting.
It works fluidly like self finds self.
Like dreams "form" up against other dreams.
Adding details, "moist" eyes will help.
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Here is a spinoff.
Here's what I said this morning.
Curse the nerve of sunspots!
And pillow talk all warnings.
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Don't put too many men out there.
Along the edge of harbour.
I know that trains are boiling.
And sitting in the parlour.
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Your "hobby" is so defensive!
But I chew it up inside.
Let me pale the monkey.
What a mission I'll have to try.
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Take soup, from his roughage.
Learn to see the scene.
And also learn to live-allot.
No mater what that means.
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Go on. Sit down all around here.
The lady has the hose.
Where it's written, "Tie no knots".
That is my "indispose".
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Lastly, they don't have any children.
And granny has no "heir".
That's the privilege of "I need you back".
You're taller with "team" white hair.
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Would you like to maybe wrestle.
I kept those evening clothes.
Amen to storm she's got a whistle!
Excuse my windowed-toes.
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You never-taught me anything.
(wagging his thumb so wise).
Administer gum on rivet-seven.
I hear the sky's outside.
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But I've been handed number eight.
I always knew it-came from bees!
From the land of milk and honey.
Where several Archie's lead.
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Now try to look at your best.
He's been sitting there for days.
I mean-there near all clear water.
Where the ring-song stays.
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But that's as loud as it gets in here.
(her honey suckle vine).
He did that? The way you wanted?
Surely that was mine.
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Oh I began on nonsense.
(on double overtime).
I stick to fleas but not to laughter.
Nor harbour actual climb.
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Left "mnemonics" being leopard stairs.
I can't because of clock-less rhyme.
I run a perfect engine here.
And brake alone, with double wine.
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Who is the "boot" burner?
Is she really hunting claim?
I've had-not a single drop.
The kind that "bastion" saved.
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Interesting but I'm not going there!
Salmonella! I think I'm late!
Antenna-rehabilitate the air.
Please make the hello-wait.
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To the run-yard and over stamp that card.
It's quite amazing how life is fair.
Just a little off the top.
And down below the chair.
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Two milks in "it" at once?
I'm here! I'm over here!
Please put down your phaser.
Hur-raw, diamonds are the pair!
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Because I want to stay informed.
I read newspapers of our world at play.
But in my mind I see their real mastheads.
The Plague of Thin Skins Today.
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If I look at that star with all my station.
All mistakes great-men made are "hue".
Like that way all men turned into granite.
Celebrate with no world's undo.
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Indiscernible fluctuations or massive fluctuations.
Just how should I adjust world scope.
If I aim my dreams towards wind devils.
Should I report that I preferred to cope.
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As mysterious as always knowing.
My lonely paintings are zero wise.
As simple as constellations.
And complex as counting to five.
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So that's what we're going to do.
The agreed upon price, is on its way.
After, "straight" inventory.
Ok-pyjamas-away.
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Make it official and so dark.
I'm set for Santa Claus please.
I'm so glad I "invented" you.
I mean "invited". (coffee cream)
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But I don't want to do this.
Such discouragement, and-handle-packed.
Your blinkers are so distracting.
One "Saab" and I'm in-fact.
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Why don't we stop here then.
And kiss me on the nose.
Eight-percent is plenty.
How much "does" my "placard" show.
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I was the hottest one.
My name was your Darlene.
Right above my "turpentine".
Gold watch to my obscene.
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Blow her some tobacco.
Delight in all her fame.
Round numbers like two Cadillacs.
Odd numbers like her drain.
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"Hey! You have ghosts."
"Father Frances" and "Liechtenstein".
I checked them for discretion.
They're speechless, half the time.
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And all these little rants.
"Indicative" I think's the word.
They're verbose and everywhere!
Nine tells your window heard.
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Please be sheets or diamonds.
A chance to flip or flop.
Morose or just good-morning.
I have to heat two clocks.
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"Plain" for over there.
Lift her head up "sane".
Hey is that your mother.
That's "why" I'm tired "again".
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There's some "engine" over left?
Enough to bill for flop.
Does-time see so indifferently.
Depending on which sock.
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Happy Avenue-"versity" dear.
I believe this is your tie.
Once-supported, always Naples.
For melting down goodbye.
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Bicycles have no dangers.
That never go outside.
Handles are for "drawer thieves".
I'm "sadly" not that guy.
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The world is exactly as exciting.
As stimulation-levels too low recede.
Like a poet saying you have a symbolism.
As normal as wind blown deeds.
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A reed releases its seed to the wind.
As the best effort it can possibly do.
To ensure that the water level does not recede.
Excuse me may I shy to you.
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On the night I saw a faint Morse code.
From far beyond a spider's thread.
I discerned that signals carry power.
Because power only carries dread.
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Sleepwalking woman in white tee-shirt.
Rushing to unlock her "car adorer".
Seven friends suddenly.
Sorry out of order.
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Small "woman" watching large dinner plate?
At centre of "exponential" spread of dark dots.
Man background, woman foreground, holding viewer's shoulder.
Asking "do you know"? "It's all just circular thoughts".
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From where I aim my efforts, with so much care.
I boldly be sure only my blights are there.
Knowing "uneven" blossoms having faster moistness.
Might claim the light I dear.
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It's been two thousand years, since the end of news.
And people are becoming outraged.
Today I think I may, have even seen.
A keyboard reaching help-age.
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There is an un-disrespected String.
Because the Kite knows Fame.
But within the weather's Deal or no Deal.
Inner height Types just the same.
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Meekly showing someone a painting of their "Hug" brand.
Cigarette-rolling-papers on a table "without-speaking".
Two upside down "teardrop-shaped" UFO's.
In a sunset to "sow" un-weeping.
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I think I became small today.
So it's traditional to wear my uniform.
Sun dust sparkles, within a darkness.
Are "saluting" to my lesser, hello-storm.
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My soldier and my warrior.
Are friends in their old age.
Though oddly, cafe table choosing.
Remains the warrior's forte.
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Today is the biggest "less" investment, anyone can pound.
Let us hope you right out of kitchen.
Some of these are both Fish and Fiction.
So put the metal down.
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When he looks at the oblong stars.
You see that they are broken right?
Do you also see their lost-serene.
It's going to be a bad day for night.
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Because the music, stares at tambourine.
Then dips-in the banjo mixer.
The flow goes through, the inner lean.
Towards the extra-note, for thickener.
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Whatever it is it ain't my tent.
I am more like just-resisting.
Trying to get up before toilet wealth.
Mothers aren't mean just something else.
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All the world a host of hours.
Needs every second thought we'll have.
To steer the spoils away from sours.
Could you-aim your shy-sweet sad.
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People should only wear white in winter.
That would be a sight to see.
A union that a devil could only hate.
And only my melt could ease.
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When I'm old, I'll see you with one pixel.
And I'll know you by your, one pixel Fame.
Right about now, I think I have five-pixels.
And way before that, I think no quatrains.
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Of all the styles among inactions.
I sadly-choose quatrains so wilfully.
Because our world does not need poetry.
Only quotability.
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Like reaching down into a vowel.
To feel for a single we.
I can never predict, that when I miss you.
Eyes will perceive not see.
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Like dust before, and dust after.
The dustpan shows no find.
My mind holds, your only rafter.
Somewhere high, as kind.
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Near human perseverance.
As lovely as a tea.
I hope its mist approves you.
Your twist of lemon me.
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Today I won't be going to a market.
Because a vagrant, will trip on pearls.
Where no such thing as doing-nothing.
Will show me oh-how-strong-are-worlds.
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Each death is a million roses.
Like Cucumbers, at every grave.
Lasting me, tearless until Sunday.
Where onions make me shave.
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And, as I rotten, through my book.
The pinstripe, is my stove.
And bathing answers every nook.
That Neptune far out chose.
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And traffic, such a tiny chore.
That Lilacs on the way.
Standing up, un-danceing more.
To lend you less a day.
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Over-scopes as my mansion.
Buttons as a sky.
Men pretending, the uneven glen.
Could descend to such a why.
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As stomach is, so unheard of.
Where salt-mixes with the rain.
And magic by all circumferences.
Is still insinuating, name.
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The beard was only mirror.
Its hand was only play.
And disgust, was just a little shadow.
Wandering through, ok.
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Gleaming teaches soak the sun.
Gliding teaches run.
Upon the hindered, shelves we delve.
Where mildew teaches none.
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Hydration being the only sinew.
That Lakes can share through roads.
And because all-charcoal filters eyes.
Count men among the toads.
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Ha! It was a laugh at seven.
That meanness, mountains crane.
Constructing nodes of valuation.
That, altitudes disdain.
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It happens in the oldest sections.
That glue might never give.
Pine being of the strongest river.
Kind of, like to live.
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Looking out a window.
And seeing a communications-tower.
Now fifty percent closer.
Than it-has-been for hours.
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Wave, at the goodbye chair.
Election night's tonight.
Sound-down like a clown.
Mini boats are glancing right.
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Arresting a government, man's-binary.
On or Off like hoovering blend.
As ghastly, as, interstellar space.
Vacuuming my place again.
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I don't care what drugs they're on.
They all-need hungry soup.
Some people say nothing sad.
Mad, mad, mad.
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The fire logs, now are-plenty.
No tip-toes over clothes.
Burning alot, but never hearing.
Five pennies in the loads.
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I am interested, by myself.
In the Fran on channel wait.
But the electric-eye is so sweet.
I hold you so, too late.
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And now the rainbow listens.
Migration being born-or-pride.
Leaving behind an arching mission.
Along, somewhere there, I tried.
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A hand with adhesive coloured buttons.
Falling off when it thinks delusion.
A celebrity hosting his own birthday bash.
Sitting-alone avoiding-confusion.
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You want to hear a story don't you.
Well I'll tell you one for tea.
Just what is a land for?
And has no liberty?
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Changes & pages!
Where priests are on the run.
Scary, with overcoats.
And does not drink the rum.
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Eerie! The white horn!!
As chosen as the fun.
Almost like a lithograph.
No pilots steer by sun.
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The gift of mirror!!
Roscoe anyone!!
That is the day that Neptune plays.
As binding as the scum.
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Barney is the hero!
I'll tell you what he won.
Standing near the Euro.
With coconuts and thumbs.
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Believe it or not, I like to read them.
Men's puppet and women's gun.
And smiles, I have seen them.
Holding up the Tun.
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Past right here.
Nine times out of none.
One day per year.
Forgetting-equi-librium.
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Homeowners are the heroes!!
Witches signalling then-
That arrivals are-equations.
That skies can never pen.
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I respect the costume though.
Atoms allowing bend.
Holding that bay of teardrops.
That halloween defends.
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But October leaves, at midnight!!
Hold-the ocean-boats to wind!
It will pry the-riddle once-again.
From the hands of men.
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