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The Ladder
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| #481 | Throw those pants in the air, where the red can't sting. But not for telling nature, it's my turn for such things! _ |
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| #482 | Well we're not there yet, but it's an interesting thing to do. He self-gets! So he's right to feel, guilty too. _ |
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| #483 | I think I might need a few more tears, at night, so I'll have to go home. But something always comes along. And as always a question's known. _ |
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| #484 | I'm back in town. So I'm back on ice. So maybe I'll brunch once or twice. How much does that hurt, being nice? Oh I don't know. Well perhaps a slice. _ |
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| #485 | I always do, go out well. And I bring home, whole store freezers. You see, everything, is not so wrong. Well, just cereals! The height of teasers. _ |
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| #486 | Attractiveness like the wryless kiss, steers the heart as a full deck of cards. How I would miss your tenderness, if the jokers were shore'n in shards. _ |
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| #487 | The power to change the tv channel, is far more powerful than that. How like cold metal among magnets, to dream ah but choose the act. _ |
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| #488 | Like the seashell wears the ocean, beholding the sand has ears. Knowing that fame needs no talents, only volunteers. _ |
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| #489 | If I'm ever, there, I'll get into that! It's the only thing I cannot find. So all I'm doing Now is getting ready. To get into some art school crime. _ |
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| #490 | What on earth is this word calm, a tornado would have to ask. It is a mystery I can't explain, would say the window glass. _ |
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| #491 | We tried to, read, it out loud at noon. But there's, absolutely no one in this town. There! It's gone! And somehow it lights up this frown. _ |
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| #492 | I could have gone while you were brushing your hair. But you cannot make me go. But that is rich. So I'll go ahead. Now if only I could zero no. _ |
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| #493 | You can check it out almost everywhere now. And soon it will be going everywhere else. I'm building a slower world for troubles. There it's done, my little shelf. _ |
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| #494 | I suspected, he, was there. That mastodon that kissed you. He would have Shelves so strong. For raging river issues. _ |
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| #495 | I was going to go out today. But changes kept me in. I'm sure I don't need a wisp of sway. So raging river wins. _ |
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| #496 | Raging, river, raging so. I don't know-where to begin. Commentary or campaign! Your white dress in the wind. _ |
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| #497 | It's a complicated world, and the brain is a fish that leaped. Look ma no blands, to still steer that lightning clique. _ |
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| #498 | Well I want to abolish change of lake sure patterns, would you like to mind, my repetition. So I can paint the same cling in the same grand way, until at least they can never cure condition. _ |
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| #499 | Have you ever lost a smitten, the same way my gosh escapes. Like whenever a man looks at love, the third above hides hate. _ |
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| #500 | I wish we could be wordless, and correctionless like time. And measured like two moments, that think so slow they rhyme. _ |
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| #501 | Misunderstood, means the cause of all things. And misunderstandings become crystal hearings. Mistakes I've heard, make the best inspirations. So let's hope that our order sparks dearings. _ |
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| #502 | Winners pretend, they like winning. Losers pretend, they hate losing. Dust who am I, to write of love, except to referee the choosing. _ |
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| #503 | Like the lightning bolt the river bends, were we cursed the turn arrives. A million mistakes a million corrections, the no sugar mistake disguise. _ |
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| #504 | Of all the ways to tangle night, and bend the evenings by what is right. The nameless of all clever wins, is to find that every way goes in. _ |
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| #505 | Fire makes fire and cold makes cold, who avoids that war filled dance. Warm makes warm but lasts a moment, yes heavens are found by glance. _ |
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| #506 | Winds and sanctions and rivers too. Are these good things we do to you. Where ostentation hides a right occur. Do you hear a butterfly or fear a purr. _ |
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| #507 | Let's offer this toast, to the peaceful minds. Those truly curious, solving childish whines. _ |
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| #508 | I can shoulder no crueller fate, than the depths you see in me. Of no matter laud I wake, I'm your dark alley. _ |
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| #509 | All knowing brains cannot unexist, they just want to teach someone a lesson. Every blame helps hoard no zeros, and wisdom is a lean in session. _ |
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| #510 | A thinker's thoughts made of smallest thoughts, made of land made of land where the angle shops. There among memories made of memories lots, I make favorite longings made of hiding spots. _ |
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