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The Ladder
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| #1141 | With a compass informed by a sturdy map, what's a Canadian the captain asked. Someone who says the truth three times, one of the sailors laughed. _ |
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| #1142 | If one bites the bully, the bully will bite thee. As frost upon the window glass, records the dance for tea. _ |
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| #1143 | There's no such thing as fiction. Let the truth be told. I'll draw our world with tooth pics, the heart said to the soul. _ |
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| #1144 | Of all the sciences to study things, poetry works the hardest. To look through mirrors and microscopes, the moist eye sees the farthest. _ |
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| #1145 | Build your mountain with every thought, inspect each and every seed. Then stand back 40 miles, and see the shape your dream. _ |
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| #1146 | The rounds of home shall always bring, wishper's not knowing was that a ring. Like an evening's tinge divides, not knowing of hinged teen alibis. _ |
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| #1147 | I know about swamp law, but I'd rather live without it. And find a speck of dust so innocent, then dishonestly claim to doubt it. _ |
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| #1148 | Please excuse my thoughts and words, for although I feel they're new. They're all but oh so obvious, most worlds already knew. _ |
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| #1149 | Of all directions life can bend. A million terribles or a million friends. I'll not wish for direction two, and accept the one that's led to you. _ |
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| #1150 | Culture has to choose direction, and to learn or not was his. When two artist meet, something has to give. _ |
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| #1151 | The wardens boot next to your invention, of a 40 magnets flipping board game. A universe within these walls, please sir don't disturb the ward same. _ |
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| #1152 | How many raw outsider artists, does it take to change a lightbulb. Some to hold the never still, and some to be the height lulled. _ |
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| #1153 | To send them adrift upon oceans of time, kept but afloat in the vessels of minds. Hallways may never love metaphors, but rhymes to hum shall swim corridors. _ |
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| #1154 | One votes no and four vote yes, and so a story begins. And always when they wish they didn't, wisdom is their friend. _ |
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| #1155 | Peace shall cause war, and war shall cause peace. Dare but to choose friend, or both when's shall cease. _ |
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| #1156 | Oh what irony an eye becomes, when a tear can hold despise or love. And the hardest heart with hate filled stare, will have mementos too somewheres. _ |
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| #1157 | The spear thus flows to shield, in the hand that also throws. Yet no breeze be uglied thrice, by the art of the rose thorn's pose. _ |
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| #1158 | Lumber Jacks and tire swings, what could fill such needs. Can an artist love such beauty, if woman is a tree. _ |
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| #1159 | Would all eyes touch morning, if sunrise could be sold. The world would need a sun oh bright, or a princess to behold. _ |
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| #1160 | Someday I'll be a real poet, when I have nothing to say. Then the poems I want to tell you, shall already know the day. _ |
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| #1161 | We live on a perfect plain, it's one inch behind a lens. Where no one ever needs to shout, to hear what silence sends. _ |
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| #1162 | To talk all day and never say, that which we all think. Then somebody writes it down, oh man what a wretched fink. _ |
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| #1163 | Tell me only autumn leaf, how do you like your brook. Should the water be so calm, or move just oh so lill. _ |
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| #1164 | A long unmovable domestic animal, that's never been seen before like fashions. A collage of pretty women photos on a wall, and they all have bland compassions. _ |
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| #1165 | Soft spoken hearts, so golden their means. Opinions like soap bubbles, should float to their gleams. _ |
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| #1166 | Hear oh world my highest screamed, bear it loud like mind. Yet no longer than echoes seemed, so wishes known are timed. _ |
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| #1167 | The flower that grows so small, is the saddest wilt of all. For there is no red or hue so lived, as the color of the uncorsage. _ |
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| #1168 | Oceans of oceans and dusts of dusts. Or between the wills of men who must. A shore line renders but beauty best. I'll make my whom on the thought of this. _ |
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| #1169 | To behold we look for kinship. No distance can stop our stare. As we would search our lifetime cursed. Why did we not see the air. _ |
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| #1170 | You too can be a heaven, and know what a universe said. Behold your transistor radio, until its battery is dead. _ |
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