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The Ladder
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| #91 | Since they put me in charge of the not moving stillness. With no poet's care I'll jest. I was wondering since we are both free falling. Can I hope your breeze might west. _ |
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| #92 | Welcome. I booked him nine times. Do you all dig the scene? Now onward to his hobby. He makes a coffee every morning. How many tv commercials do you think are curently in his body? _ |
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| #93 | We'll work over, to what they're working for. Art cards being moved for a maximum-stun. Did I mention that planes fly allot? Turn it on then. Till experts say it's oxygen. _ |
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| #94 | My love of you is a painful truth. And these are it's worst occasions. For I could only give you everything. But I can never give you persuasions. _ |
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| #95 | Where is its reference letter? Yeah, I tried that. Be careful of its water end. You were born with this kind of stuff. I'll try six things first, and then its sweetest friend. _ |
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| #96 | I hide outside every day. Counting to almost everything. How could you miss me? You've got a hundred songs. _ |
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| #97 | Go up to the pole. Where the wind is very hot. It's a wide-open aspect. What doubt do you want? _ |
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| #98 | It looks like energy. It's something big. What do you call it? I want it shut down. So no one can hide their clown. _ |
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| #99 | And teens at their best. And rivers running dry. How do you announce they are dangerous. Nature is glad if you imagine it. Instead I prefer to cry. _ |
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| #100 | To see the apple fall for thee. By your will or was it breeze. I saw you here and sorrow fell. Like the rarest seed succeeds. _ |
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| #101 | Fighting only in fables I'll know all-of life. An average of math last night I "meaned". While asleep I found that famous ten minute egg. I wonder what that "dreams". _ |
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| #102 | You bought Tree-Angels for that. Knowing they're not acting. Then you returned their favours. With equal "inner" not reacting. _ |
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| #103 | I'll let you sound mouse. I'll let you feel sitter. The wind calls me "S." The most bottom letter. I like women. But a painting will do. I believe there must be lightbulbs in heaven's Louve. _ |
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| #104 | To the sound of traffic. What's in that gift? I'm just doing my job. To heck you were. Get lost. But a man should invest in no fence. Gingerly wrapped. It's a perfect world for her. _ |
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| #105 | Any Nun drive a pick up? I have to move a stare. My think fast was never what I'm saying. It's permanently in repair. _ |
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| #106 | It crushed her baby. How did you know? Insight makes the playground numb. He's very smart "because bad breath has all rights." Where the harem has played, I don't need to be young. _ |
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| #107 | What are these links for? Does he have the aptitude? Where he came from? Did they climb everyone they meet? And at the start of each house, was there a very gold seat? Were there always gold locks asking who wants you? _ |
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| #108 | Otherwise, it's dark out. Books are like Canadians. If I gave you an umbrella, and tarot cards. How would you see the stars? _ |
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| #109 | Expectations steer my morning. Alliances hear my shout. Sitting on the front edge of bed. Two worlds joined by doubt. _ |
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| #110 | There are ten people in a darkroom. If they can prove that they exist. With an arsenal of only odd behaviours. Divide pi in-two plus this. _ |
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| #111 | Hey! That's the appearance of Marty. This is on the shelf and this is on the shelf. Is there another rabbit perhaps? How about this typewriter? Forgive me. I know they are just frostbite-traps. _ |
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| #112 | Ants go down the same way men go to jail. You scared the lightning strike out of me, century. Do you know, Bright stars are made of envy. They help us to stand up more Bentley. _ |
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| #113 | I'm not telling you my dreams. Wait a minute they're full of junk. Cookies and coffee houses every moment. How does she stand up. _ |
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| #114 | Running is time. And the song has been listening. Look away, and it'll show you a house. I can only see-time-best when I only-see-yes. Window air. Please draft me into a best man's health. _ |
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| #115 | Life and the world is powered by rhyme. In free other words, powered by copy-will. Even non-poets being ninety percent original. Will close with the world's best reciprocal. _ |
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| #116 | That night you visited, in peace one May. I still don't know if my plane-pontoons can float. And that has employed me to this day. The safety of completely nothing in a boat. _ |
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| #117 | Abandoned derelict boats. Such a certified goodbye. As she walks she walks. All yes-alone's we buy. _ |
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| #118 | Of ambrosia what a storm has shroud. Lifting and lowering a thought filled cloud. As were water made of only stories. Would you mind if my mind flurries. _ |
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| #119 | How did you put my desk down there? Never mind. Sit down on the Ice and follow the air. So Julia can market you on forever stamps. I would recommend, in surprise-pack-pairs. _ |
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| #120 | You and I are paradoxical. But the world is coming in my head. That's ok. We can keep it in our home. In the economy of what all teachers said. _ |
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