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The Ladder
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| #601 | A plate of leftovers in a refrigerator, very strangely not getting warmer. Table twelve just asked for fame, very strangely from in that corner. _ |
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| #602 | No two lightning bolts share same notion, no two snowflakes play that game. So the only quest that I can hope for, double quotes might leer through same. _ |
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| #603 | A dentist testing out the advice he just gave, by brushing his own upper lip. Make no mistake, the hush of science, is morned, marred within the quick. _ |
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| #604 | Let's do this next year, and get a small bed. Good luck to all of us. This is going to cost said. _ |
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| #605 | I would scatter the whole house for you. Scampering and shuffling about. And the rosy bit the next day. Becomes the ticket out. _ |
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| #606 | Yes they do it odd for you. On my train at the very next trust. Yes the roses were brought, from me. He works for me conducting hush. _ |
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| #607 | But a pirate disc can't do that. Not even, with just the right spit. Yes they wanted me just, to see you. But it wasn't me! It was just a bit. _ |
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| #608 | And as a college-woman, what happens, to, your, next, salad? Ah, it gets stabbed. And doesn't work, nor ballad. _ |
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| #609 | Is this really supposed to work? The time clock of mankind's sparrow. I find that very interesting. The cage that protects the vowels. _ |
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| #610 | Awesome! The nerve, that makes one smile. And takes the rain, to Blossom Style. _ |
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| #611 | Where are you going? I'm going to buy a coffee mug. People only care, about being vicious. Ooga. Ooga. This one's dishes. _ |
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| #612 | Odd today I liked all music. But I will never like all poems. But being the world's most hurtful word. I place my compass home. _ |
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| #613 | Roll the eyes, back into the head. Slack the jaw, and stand unbalanced dead. Chance the lottery of the dancing lobotomy. And lean towards a partner to wed. _ |
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| #614 | Frequencies, please let dates decide. And give them all of mankind's flirts. Oh and since all spiders, only have one pride. Please don't take away, their megahertz. _ |
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| #615 | It's always dankest before the wrong, where haven in the mind repeats. And hurries shine upon the shone, where the worries can grow obliques. _ |
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| #616 | A woman in a bed against a barn, being photographed if that's called bliss. Domestic living at its finest, but only if she exists. _ |
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| #617 | Warming up a lucky lottery charm, by dangling it inside a toaster. I'll never understand a day, and my cup just hit a coaster. _ |
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| #618 | I see women two floors down, and stairs are scary things. To rise so high no insect flies, but oh how memory stings. _ |
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| #619 | Department store saleswoman seeing man, crossing a rope bridge from her vast tv's. Of all the ways to impress your heavens, have you seen where I lost my trees. _ |
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| #620 | Child three card monty enthusiast, running away from three unhappy cures. He just wants to serve a world, and provide the best of tours. _ |
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| #621 | End of boat dock protrusion with fixed bear, over protrusion with fixed fish. And I shall make a living there, where the rule is not to wish. _ |
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| #622 | In the bottom drawer with the unfixable amount, of tangled twine seen hardly. If you need some sing look in there, where I threw the fun from parties. _ |
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| #623 | I will never go to parties again, because they have two million rules. Number one is don't eat the peanut, that one always surprises fools. _ |
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| #624 | Woman proud of man and standing, behind him and holding his shoulder. Wherever a man owns horizons, no endless warm is colder. _ |
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| #625 | I have a perfect bird feeder in the rain, no birds have ever found. And a pleasure of everything nicely right, would you like a cup of sound. _ |
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| #626 | If you find a fisherman on a lake, no dancers have ever lured. Don't hesitate to ask for wait, and please forgive each word. _ |
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| #627 | Above or below the trepidation, from where should we look at man. To choose above for innocence, that's results I understand. _ |
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| #628 | Someday I'll understand frequency, and which is better slow or fast. But I suspect they are both the same, with extremes that touch at last. _ |
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| #629 | That speck of a man skiing uphill, on the side of a mountain of white. Never down-hills on the wreck of a plan, nor on his will throws spite. _ |
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| #630 | I lean my head towards the dread, far thrown as the care filled eye. Holding the posture of hours instead, there where the friend is nigh. _ |
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