gri_2003_m_46_b01_f01_008
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Transcribers
- 65382707 - pdunk
- WINNER - 65432358 - WiltedLotus
- 65483495 - ChrisMM76
- 65508553 - trillera
- 65588882 - Frosty1
- 65640654 - Lovage
65382707 - pdunk
namara (spelling?) into an ellgiac, witty creature.Another quotation which might go with the autumn room is Lafarge's c'est l'automne, l'automne, l'automne!
My Uncle Alfred is, of course, T.S. Eliot's Alfred Prufrock. And Sheila is the one Michael hasn't met who married recently at Batl, put in for her snub of Uncle Alfred.
When I see you next there will probably be no opportunity to tell you that I love you, but you will remember I hope how much I do. Everytime I catch you eye I senll think how beautiful you are. I seall so want to say your eyes are superb, that you nose is mischievous, that your hair is deliciously wanton by your temples, that I adore your ear-rings. Remember every look I give you will be the equivalent of such observations.
Instead of signature here are my adater vanentine,
I
Speaking enigma II My tomb is marked by a cloud
Shadow of flesh II Yours were the lips that illed
Already I promise II The poor narcissist beast
All secrets to you II lips that can establish who.
WINNER - 65432358 - WiltedLotus
nawara (spelling) into an elegiac, witty creature.Another quotation which might go with the autumn poem is Lafarge's 'C'est l'automne, l'automne, l'automne.' ! My uncle Alfred is, of course, T.S. Eliot's Alfred Prufrock. And Sheila is the one Michael hasn't met who married recently at Bath, put in for her snub of Uncle Alfred.
When I see you next there will probably be no opportunity to tell you that I love you but you will remember I hope how much I do. Every time I catch your eye I shall think how beautiful you are. I shall so wan to say your eyes are superb, that your nose is mischievous, that your hair is deliciously wanton by your temples, that I adore your ear-rings. Remember every look I give you will be the equivalent of such observation.
Instead of signature here are my belated valentines
I
Spreading enigma
Shadow of flesh
Already I promise
All secrets to you
My tomb is marked by a cloud
Yours were the lips that killed
The poor narcissist beast
Lips that can establish who.
65483495 - ChrisMM76
(spelling?) into an elegiac,witty creature.
quotation which might go with
the autumn room is Lafarge's 'C'est
l'automne, l'automne, l'automne'. My
Uncle Alfred is, of course, T.S. Eliot's
Alfred Prufrock. And Sheila is the
one Michael hasn't met who married re-
cently at Bath, put in for her of
Uncle Alfred.
When I see you next there will probably be
no opportunity to tell you that I love you but
you will remember I hope how much I do.
Everytime I catch your eye I shall think how
beautiful you are. I shall so want to say
your eyes are superb, that your nose is mis-
cheivious, that your hair is deliciously
wanton by your temples, that I
adore you ear-rings. Remember every look
I give you will the the equivilent of such
observations.
Instead of signature here are my
I
Speaking enigma
Shadow of flesh
Already I promise
All secrets to you
My tomb is masked by a cloud
Yours were the lips that filled
The poor narcissist heart
Lips that can establish who.
65508553 - trillera
namara (spelling?) into an elegiac, witty creature.Another quotation which might go with the autumn poem is Lafargue's C'est l'automne, l'automne, l'automne.' My uncle Alfred is, of course, T.S. Eliot's Alfred Prufrock. And Sheila is the one Michael hasn't met who married re-cently at Bath, put in for her snub of Uncle Alfred.
When I see you next there will probably be no opportunity to tell you that I love you but you will remember I hope how much I do. Everytime I catch your eye I shall think how beautiful you are. I shall so want to say your eyes are supeb, that your nose is mischievous, that your hair is deliciously wanton by your temples, that I adore your ear-rings. Remember every look I give you will be the equivalent of such observation.
Instead of signature here are my belated valentines
I
Speaking enigma
Shadow of flesh
Already I promise
All secrets to you
My tomb is worked of a cloud
Yours were the lips that killed
The poor narcissist beast
lips that can establish how.
65588882 - Frosty1
mamara (spelling?) into an elegiac, witty creature.Aratles quotation which might go with the autumn poem is Lafarge's 'C'est l'automne, l'automne, l'automne'. My uncle Alfred is, of course, T.S. Eliot's Alfred Prufrock. And Sheila is the one Michael hasn't met who married recently at Batl , put in for her snub of Uncle Alfred.
When I see you next there will probably be no opportunity to tell you that I love you but you will remember I hope how much I do. Every time I catch your eye I shall think how beautiful you are. I shall so want to say your eyes are superb, that your nose is mischievous, that your hair is deliciously wanton by your temples, that I adore your ear-rings. Remember every look I give you will be the equivalent of such observations.
Instead of signature here are my Relater ranenting
I
Speaking enigma Shadow of flesh Already I promise All secrets to you My tomb is marked By a cloud Yours were the lips that lulled The poor narcissist beast lips that can establish who.
65640654 - Lovage
narrana (spelling?) into an elegiac,witty creature.
Another quotation which might go with the autumn poem is Lafargue's 'C'est
l'automne, l'automne, l'automne'. My
Uncle Alfred is, of course, T.S. Eliot's
Alfred Prufrock. And Sheila is the
one Michael hasn't met who married re-
cently at Bath, put in for her snub of
Uncle Alfred.
When I see you next there will probably be
no opportunity to tell you that I love you but
you will remember I hope how much I do.
Every time I catch your eye I shall think how
beautiful you are. I shall so want to say
your eyes are superb, that your nose is mis-
chievous, that your hair is deliciously
wanton by your temple, that I
adore your ear-rings. Remember every look
I give you will be the equivalent of such
observations.
Instead of signature here are my belated
valentines
I
Speaking enigma
Shadow of flesh
Already I promise
All secrets to you
My tomb is washed by a cloud
Yours were the lips that killed
The poor narcissist beast
lips that can establish who.