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The Ladder
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| #1051 | That is the strongest shield, when anger sounds like don't. Nothing can hurt the warmth of self, when a kitten's hidden in your coat. _ |
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| #1052 | You know that shape of humans. Well humans are nothing like that. But kept secret hidden inside somewhere. Is where their circle is at. _ |
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| #1053 | Inspiration is the loneliest torment, but oh what a place to be. No one can join such a tiniest moment, but lo may I hold hands with thee. _ |
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| #1054 | Only jog in new shopping mall parking lots, and only behind cars that have good brakes. Only look behind you wherever you go, and avoid the magic being talked to makes. _ |
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| #1055 | To steer a hurricane aim your thoughts, then aim your eyes right there. Change direction of your slowest knots, then bravely resume floor stare. _ |
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| #1056 | Hostile to all trends, willing to only one. I stand among all hell dressed mens, to salute her setting fun. _ |
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| #1057 | Poets just blow soap bubbles, infinity is a child's game. Who'll make most influence, as elder memories take aim. _ |
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| #1058 | When family come home for Christmas, there's a special language of horns and signs. They release control to the harbor master, and release control divine. _ |
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| #1059 | She visits the coffee shop frequently, frequency is how to tell. Heros hide in higher specdums, you have to fine tune well. _ |
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| #1060 | Within a perfect stillness, is there a place for me. I could only till the hush, to respond to thus as seed. _ |
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| #1061 | There were many roads to find the new, each turn they took with dread. They endlessly wandered a or b, so I lived inside my head. _ |
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| #1062 | You don't have to be a poet, you don't have to carve in wood. Just by telling who's your favorite, shows just how you could. _ |
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| #1063 | Flying our helicopters upside down, dysfunctional like binary zeros. Flying our helicopters right side up, dull with a mist of heros. _ |
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| #1064 | Considering the much of us, and the emptiness of space. Sure there's alot more nothingness, but nothing goes to waste. _ |
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| #1065 | A very skinny woman wearing oversized clothing, holding a beautiful golden compass to her stomach. As she becomes a monument to my northern stare, I'll never dine enough to stretch my homage. _ |
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| #1066 | Please don't try to make me laugh, they knock you down for that. That reminds me to mow the lawn, and wear my lowest hat. _ |
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| #1067 | That which is not paradox, can be so much at times. Had until you find it, as that makes it so fine. _ |
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| #1068 | There's only one advice, that's worth more than another. A life time of choices sends you somewhere, so treasure the voice of your mother. _ |
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| #1069 | A frozen foot is like a dog, you have to live with it for life. But I guess that's when the beauty, to learn more then than strife. _ |
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| #1070 | And hide the humor best as can, that it never did shine well. Bet all mindings on the dimming hand, the never of the candle's yell. _ |
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| #1071 | The opinion crossed the line of care, while the ear drum was undefended. But the chill of winter chilled the where, so the tongue was unoffended. _ |
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| #1072 | A royal flush is a care thing, dare so is the own. Elation is not so a rare sing, it's the only thing you keep in your home. _ |
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| #1073 | Oh what is this thing so cruel, If when pushed stops like a mule. And flutters like a cobweb's code, The ironies of life I rode. _ |
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| #1074 | I never like it when a woman prefers, to have no online info and no way for nerds. If she thinks I'm going to get to know her by talking, then she's insane because I ain't squawking. _ |
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| #1075 | So you're a small tiger walking, into a high traffic tiger intersection. With only perseverance and clearance, timing is your best protection. _ |
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| #1076 | Over there by that rain runoff, I live about a hindrance mile. Sun rays warming the last known frost, make me wonder by smile. _ |
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| #1077 | As equal storms are men and weather, I shall never hate the see. Like on an oar, like sinned are sure, all wind and men shall be. _ |
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| #1078 | I went down an escalator backwards, once when I was thirty five. Halfway down I passed a teenager, who was rising backwards why? _ |
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| #1079 | Who famously defines a word, would be the first to say. If benefit comes from unsung, then let the word have play. _ |
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| #1080 | When you dream outside your bedroom door, and see flicker of wrong orange light. It's sort of like when you wake to noise, grows fear that is not your fight. _ |
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