True Enough?

Narrowly interpreted,
Truth is a fine line:
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Neutral immune and worthy.
Honest, absolute or real are redundant truth modifiers that diminish its elegant, singleminded fidelity.
The honest truth implies that some truth may not be truthful. Absolute truth suggests that there are degrees. Real truth seems to distinguish from artificial or fantasy.

SightSetSwingSmooth

Sight on pin.
View through "U"
Set commit, initialize, "dip"
(define initial point)
Swing: Backswing to fuel the flight
Smooth; subtle wrist release into Once Over Loop.

Power Of Suggestion

Pop a batch of popcorn and the smell creates a yearn.
Fry up some onions and mouth watering will return.
Expect rain if you wash your cars and when you mow your lawns
Your neighbors have to mow theirs too, like reproducing yawns.
Look up to the sky outside in a crowd and curiosity will show
That what is not up there matters and uplookers just have to know.
Create a need with persuasive speed and gather friendship first

Oh excuse me for the interruption but I've developed quite a thirst.

Cookie Logic

The best know this secret:
That the recipe to achieve
Is offering one Girl Scout cookie
Then selling the whole sleeve.

Molasses Plan

Double batch your biscuit basket. It is recommended that you pour a small pool of molasses onto the center of a big plate. Big is key because the biscuit needs an off-ramp to drip some of the molasses on the ascent to the mouth. Small pool is important because you want a controlled pour when your biscuit runs out of molasses. If there is molasses left on the plate after biscuit has expired you will need to renew the biscuit in hand. If you sop up all the molasses be sure to recalculate your next molasses pour to last just beyond the next biscuit expiration or you'll have to stop the sop too soon. So molasses-plan accordingly. If biscuit supply diminishes while working with molasses charged plate, clear with commercial grade bread.

Book Memory

In order, on edge, unfound;
Just holding its own pages sound.

Waiting to release what's bound inside,
Once loved enough to renew.

Endeared, dog-eared, un-ruled;
Uprightly keeping its ending fooled,

Just revealing that covert jewel,
Once loved enough to renew.

Floor Window

This is the center of the world.

The grain of real wood.

The wear-with-all kitchen floor.

It is a parallel universe.

I've stood here in the dark

And it was still warm.

This is not a reflection

And self cancels with flash.

Microsoft put this here

To impose Windows on my life.