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My 1184 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#391    A professional is a person,
that dreams for others well.
While sleeping think so slowly,
for solutions they can sell.
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#392    You're all hot compare I was,
the penalty of, Despair.
McGrewgan light night delight,
upset dearest so, rare.
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#393    Noise where vegetables knock for game,
hunger team ease your train.
Drop not, stock of thought,
rewind be kind oh rain.
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#394    Rest oh wind that carries sin,
and fear what the heart calls merrier.
The 4 am pen must have no friend,
or the treason of a window's barrier.
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#395    And the stimulation will never fall,
and no more than needed ever tall.
To make an evening a warm must end,
and normal must stall to make a friend.
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#396    That could mean,
a dust, like angry sky.
I wonder where the yellow went?
I told you Byron lied.
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#397    That's the one! Hidden peace.
Wake the November sure.
The mighty SL! in my heart.
Come into, in-my-store.
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#398    It's so upsetting! Do come in.
I'm trying to rearrange the door.
And stack the angles, in a heap.
The good of any-more.
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#399    Twice daily rascals!
Phone for backup sweeps.
One unbutton! Two unbutton!
Three, alert the meeks!
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#400    What did I say?
The lion gate's the same!
BRAIN, don't say it!
So near a velvet tame.
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#401    I love that!
The same way, velvet felt, was rhyme.
And doctors yet so numb I'm sure,
could repair a verse of mine.
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#402    With practicing license.
And a desert known as place.
Emily, for the heaven.
And Byron for the waste.
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#403    It's dark in here!
And no time has ever known.
Pass the buttercup, and some mind!
Cameras are dead in Rome.
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#404    Dandelion are still alive!
And forgetful as repose.
Making up, such a heaven.
I know! I know! I know!
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#405    Count them, six more givings!
The songs that living chose.
No one ever, invents a light bulb,
that doesn't know what shows.
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#406    The spiders dance in Neptune's horror,
where passwords forget their pain.
Excuse me do you accept Visa here?
Earth is-my home again.
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#407    For love of time or money.
A river should be, so bold.
Ticker tape, or funny.
And suggestion, just as old.
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#408    Tangles be my corner shop.
Her hair, the yellow rose.
To stare forever into the mop,
and never banter prose.
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#409    With wrong for heavy, and light for rain,
who knows where dancing goes?
Perhaps. The very first hiding spot?
Beneath the yellow rose!
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#410    But I'm a statue! Hear me not.
Demure has no disclose.
Except to say, just one thought.
Five broom sweeps, and one pose.
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#411    An imagined slow leak in an air mattress,
feels the same as a real one theres.
Exactly the same way falling in love,
knows that real time disappears.
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#412    If we spoke by colors only,
oh what things we'd say.
But our world is hurt by thrown glee,
so my favorite color is gray.
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#413    A universe with so much to learn,
but oh I'm crushed by gloom.
For all I know are simple things,
and you just left the room.
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#414    A man with an unblockable view of the moon,
by duplicating himself like a robot.
Odd floppy airplane that will never fly,
at bottom of lake facing hill top.
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#415    I'm in love with Normalcy,
I seen her twice near Perfect Lake.
She had no reason to make a choice,
but there's no such way to hesidate.
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#416    I recently painted a blank hole in a painting,
by removing a superman with boxing gloves.
And then in the streets I saw men unfighting,
just like the way unbacking does.
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#417    My cat sees continents in the corners,
and constellations in the jars.
And though I never say good morning,
I see near things in the fars.
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#418    I saw an amazing thing today,
a choice was right or wrong.
Inner judgment was weak as may,
so atoms were quite strong.
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#419    Let me raise a toast to artists,
dreams and atoms are just lots of dots.
With the only way to be or see things,
they connect the dots with thoughts.
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#420    Now I understand poker,
to aim one must not stray.
To make the sound of thunder,
some dreams must be thrown away.
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