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The Ladder
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| #631 | I live within an unopinion cabin half embedded, into the upper corner of another cabin roof. Where depending upon the current time delay, I can fear the perfect aloof. _ |
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| #632 | Wild horses in a fast gallop, so envied by all slow carts. Please forgive my latest fear, high speed remarks. _ |
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| #633 | For the folding conclusions that pro man makes, and all the false ends he claims. For the strength of a beautiful toe man stepped on, there's a sheathing for all his names. _ |
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| #634 | I'll seldom bleep of inner wings, and less seldom translate space. I will seldom peek at womens' wise, and less seldom speak of face. _ |
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| #635 | I always flip through channels up, fearing the down like nights. Only problem now I fear, is the karma at such heights. _ |
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| #636 | Ok my world is to be uncut, you can't fight em, even if you put gas in there. Like lot's of different things, you tend to learn. About these stings Louise dear. _ |
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| #637 | Trunks of underwater elephants entwining, over picnic blanket at rocky coast line water. Something, earth, friend, and fire, oh and just a touch of bother. _ |
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| #638 | Like a particle, or like a wave. In the grime, or such will amaze. I promise I'll look. Twice for you always in the mind, and then in the haze. _ |
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| #639 | I hear, roads can love roads, but I'm lost, here at turned wise. So could you please point out, where intercourse lies. _ |
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| #640 | Are we different, or are we the same. Our minds are golden, but our thoughts are jade. _ |
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| #641 | There are five reasons near any center, I suspect most teacups know. Here's a toast to infinite finite, that internal five pixels glow. _ |
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| #642 | Man is being arrested for concealing, a doll strapped to his back. But oh to talk in zeros, to the ever endless lack. _ |
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| #643 | I learned along time ago, the physical world is not for me. So I do not operate heavy machinery, wherever three equals three. _ |
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| #644 | Being no match against the common good, I heard a knot start to cry. Upon encounters where I stood on standings, a community truth's new sky. _ |
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| #645 | I'll throw on one more piece of wood. If she ever stakes her claim. Wow! Are you wearing something new? I love your loin cloth shame. _ |
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| #646 | I think I might know what's down there. We're going to need a very long marriage. But we know we won't get anywhere there. So seventy five percent sounds fair. _ |
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| #647 | First prize commander! Never in command sir! That, unwitting advantage. I'll buy it with a grain of manage. _ |
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| #648 | I may get some of it, from my internal voice at noon. Augusta in a conscious effort. As pretty as a spoon. _ |
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| #649 | I'm going, to shadows now. Excuse me, I have to write. Being second, has a very clear voice. Gotta go. I'm late for nice. _ |
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| #650 | Now I'm stuffed with cranberries. Perhaps from washed ashore. With extra heavy dialog. Parents, please stop war. _ |
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| #651 | He is brave!! Right over there. The sun, the moon, and stars. Running on unclear fiction. I present to you, all cars. _ |
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| #652 | I would love to stay and chat. But ear-plugs are my art. And across, the dust of deserts. One photon has my heart. _ |
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| #653 | Close your eyes and sit right there. And in that chair beside you, see empty stats. Imagine there sits, your ideal boyfriend. Now open eyes.. and grinning there I sat. _ |
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| #654 | Shovelling dust from bins of character flaws, into a kiln adding stealth today. Or a one thousand hot air balloon festival, where one is falling,, amongst all play. _ |
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| #655 | A trained attack dog and it's owner, following a paranoid person,, for lint. Angry at man, for not filling out, form, that he read, not-to in-the finest print. _ |
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| #656 | Office desk with a small model, of an elevated lounge chair, facing sky. And a hydro electric dam for water, with visitors on it's lower deck why? _ |
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| #657 | Respecting stylish folds, in my brother's pants, as he explains something complex to my "sisters". A rich-person's car hitting one poor child, in front of a luxury hotel, (no blisters). _ |
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| #658 | Trying to hang a spatula, onto a small weak flange, two-bends away from breaking. Woman making, funny-face,, changing to sad. Miming,, "crushed-heart and aching". _ |
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| #659 | Snapping two fingers with great struggle. Only to find,, it's a new-way of dreaming. Pouring two coffee mugs into a sink. And a shade tree,, to celebrate meaning. _ |
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| #660 | Relative asking, for money, and laughing. Thanks chummy! Slap money! Dance leaving! And an ashtray with ledge, and a purified edge, for non-smokers to empty with pleasing. _ |
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