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65308147 - not-logged-in-8101775efe34c42067a9
65369789 - sdoes13
65397845 - not-logged-in-471e93f56d169deb2bdd
65398010 - Belladona
65416692 - shocko61
65746975 - SusanMorley53425
66036794 - not-logged-in-39a69177e1cab6750c0b
66165161 - gbeerjohn
66259227 - zacuba
WINNER - 66366337 - SailorVal
66582647 - mar15ted
66603876 - nzanga

65308147 - not-logged-in-8101775efe34c42067a9

Monday evening

My dearest Sylvia,
Sequel to my eight anthology of more images is this one, denoted to Owls. As I shall be in Pelt soon I thought it wise to flatten them a little

1. When cats run home and liger is come
And dew is cold upon the ground
And the far off stream is dumb,
And the whirring soil goes round,
And the whirring soil goes round;
Alone and warming his fine wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

That is Tennyson and I need only alude in this next one for the whole poem to come in you:

2. The owl looked up in the stars alone,
And sang in a small guitar...

The Nursery Rhyme:
3. 'who'll dig his grave?'
'I' said the Owl
'With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave.'

Blake, although I rather doubt the are a unkid he puts our poor symbol:

4. The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright

Wallace Stenem has written a poem called The Owl in the Sarcophagus but he doesn't mention an owl in it, but here's a quota-tion from the amateur poem of his:

5. The little owl flew through the night
As if the people in dream

65369789 - sdoes13

Wimbledon 1967
11 Mansel Road,
Wimbledon.

Monday Evening

My dearest Sylvia,

Sequel to my slight anthology of prose images is this one, devoted to owls. As I shall be in pelt soon, I thought it wise in fealte them a little.

1 When cats run home and tiger is come
And dw is cold upon the ground
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round,
Alone and warming his fine wits
The white owl in the belfry sits.

That is Tennyson and I need only allude to this next one for the whole poem to come in you:

2 The owl coohed up in the stars alone,
and sang to a small guitar...

The Nursery Rhyme:
3 'Who'll dig his grave?'
'I' said the owl
'With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave.'

Beahe, Clangs I watle doubt the were to unlies he puts our room symbol:

4 The owl that calls upon the night
speaks the unbeliever's fright

Wallace Stevens has written a poem called The Owl in the Sarcophagus but he doesn't mention and owl in it, but here's a quotation from another poem of his:

The little owl flew through the night
as if the people in the air

65397845 - not-logged-in-471e93f56d169deb2bdd

65398010 - Belladona

65416692 - shocko61

11 MANSEL ROAD ,
WIMBLEDON.
Wimbledon 1967
My dearest Sylvia ,
Sequel to my slight anthropology of rose images is this one , devoted to Owes . As I shall be in Pelt soon I thought it wise to gather them a little .
1 when cats run home and light
And dew is cold upon the ground ,
And the far off stream is dumb ,
And the whirring sail goes round ,
And the whirring sail goes round ,
Alone and warming his dire wits ,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

That is Tennyson and I need only alude to this next one for the whole poem to come to you :
2 the Oine looked up to the stars alone,
And sang to a small guitar .....
The Nursery Rhyme:
3 who'll dig his grave?
"I" said the Oine
"With my spade and trowel ,
I'll dig his grave ."
Beake , Clarings I ratles doubt the use to inhise he puts our poor symbol:
4 The one that calls upon the night
Speaks the unblievers fright.
Wallace Stenens has written a poem called
The Oine in the saracophagus but he doesn't mention an owe in it . But here's a quotation from another poem of his .
5 The little one flew through the night as if the people in the air.

65746975 - SusanMorley53425

[8-6-48]
WIMbledon 1967 11 MANSEL ROAD,

Monday evening WIMBLEDON.

My dearest Sylvia,

Sequel to my slight anthology of nose
images is this one, denoted/devoted to Owls. As
I shall be in Pett soon I thought it wise
to flatter them a little.
1 when cats run home and light is come
And dew is cold upon the ground
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round:
Alone and warming his fine wits,
The white owl in the belfrey sits.

That is Tennyson and I need only alude
to this next one for the whole poem to come
to you:
2 The owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar ...
The Nursery Rhyme:
3 'who'll dig his grave?'
'I' said the Owl
'with my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave.'
Blake, though I rather doubt the use to which
he puts our poor symbol:
4 The owl that calls upon the night
speaks the unbeliever's fright.
Wallace Stemens has written a poem called
The Owl in the Sarcophagus but he doesn't
mention an owl in it, but here's a quota-
tion from another poem of his
5 The little owl flew through the night
As if the people in the air

66036794 - not-logged-in-39a69177e1cab6750c0b

Monday evening

My dearest Sylvia ,
Sequel to my slight anthology of those images is this one, denoted to owls. As I should be in Pett soon I thought wise in flatter them a little.
1) When cats run home and light is come.
And dew is cold upon the ground.
And the far-off stream is dumb.
And the whirring sail goes round.
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

That is Tennyson and I need only to allude to this next one for the whole poem to come to you:

2) The owl looked up in the stars alone
And sang to a small guitar...
The nursery rhyme:
3) 'Who will dig his grave?'
'I' said the owl
With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave'
[Blake/unclear], though I rather doubt the use of [owls/unclear]
He puts our [poor/unclear] symbol:
4) The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbelievers fright.
Wallace Stevens has written a poem called the owl in the sarcophagus but he doesn't mention the owl in it. But here's a quote from another poem of his:
5) The little owl flew through the night
As if the people in the air

66165161 - gbeerjohn

WIMbledon 1967 11 MANSEL ROAD,
WIMBLEDON.
Monday Evening
My dearest Sylvia,
Sequel to my slight anthology of pose images is this one, devoded to Owls. As I shall be in Pett soon I thought it wise to flatter them a little.
1) When cats run home and light is come
And dew is cold upon the ground
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round:
Alone and warming his fine wits,
The white owl in the belfrey sits.

That is Tennyson and I need only alude to this next one for the whole poem to come in you:
2) The owl looked up in the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar...
The nursery Rhyme:
3) 'Who'll dig his grave?'
'I' said the Owl
"with my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave.'

Blake though I rather doubt the use to which he puts our poor symbol:
4) The owl that calls upon the night
Speakes the unbeliever's fright.

Wallace Steiner has written a poem called The Owl in the Sarcophagus but he doesn't mention an owl in it, but here's a quotation from another poem of his:
5) The little owl flew through the night
As if the people in the air

66259227 - zacuba

[8-6-48]
WIMbledon 1967 11 Mansel Road, Wimbledon.
Monday Evening
My dearest Sylvia,
Sequel to my seiger anthology of rose
images is this one, derated to owes. As
I shall be in Pett soon I thought it wise
to sealte them a little.

1. When cats run home and light is come
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

That is Tennyson and I need only alude
to this next one for the whole poem to come
to you:

2. The owl looked in in the stars alone,
And sang to a small guitar...

3. The Nursury Rhyme:
'Who'll dig his grave?'
'I' said the Owl
'With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave.'

Blake, I doubt
he puts our room symbol:

4. The owl that calls upon the night
speaks the unbeliever's fright.

Wallace Stevens has written a powm called
The Owl in the Sarcophagus but he doesn't
mention an owl in it. But here's a quota-
tion from another poem of his:

5. The little owl flew through the night
As if the people in

WINNER - 66366337 - SailorVal

[8-6-48]
WIMbledon 1967 11 Mansel Road, Wimbledon
Monday evening
My dearest Sylvia,
Sequel to my slight anthology of rose
images is this one, devoted to Owls. As
I shall be in Pett soon I thought it wise
to flatter them a little.
1 When cats run home and light is come
And dew is cold upon the ground
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round:
Alone and warming his fine wits,
The white owl in the belfrey sits.
That is Tennyson and I need only alude
in this next one for the whole poem to come
to you:
2 The owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar...
The Nursery Rhyme:
3 'Who'll dig his grave?'
'I', said the Owl
'With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave'.
Blake, though I rather doubt the use to which
he puts our poor symbol:
4 The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
Wallace Stevens has written a poem called
The Owl in the Sarcophagus but he doesn't
mention an owl in it, but here's a quota-
tion from another poem of his:
5 The little owl flew through the night
As if the people in the air

66582647 - mar15ted

[8-6-48] Monday evening My dearest Sylvia,, Sequel to my slight anthology of pore images is this one, devoted to Owls. As I shall be in Pett soon I thought it wise to flatter them a little. 1. When cats run home and light is come And dew is cold upon the ground And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round; Alone and warming his fine wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. That is Tennyson and I need only allude to this next one for the whole poem to come to you: 2. the owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar . . . The Nursery Rhyme: 3. 'who'll dig his grave?' 'I' said the Owl 'With my spade and trowel, I'll dig his grave.' Blake, though I rather doubt the use to which he puts our poor symbol: 4. The owl that calls upon the night Speaks the unbeliever's fright. Wallace Stevens has written a poem called The Owl in the Sarcophagus but he doesn't mention an owl in it, but here's a quotation from another poem of his - 5. The little owl flew through the night As if the people in the air

66603876 - nzanga

[8-6-48]
Wimbledon 1967 11 Mansel Road, Wimbledon
Monday evening
My dearest Sylvia,
Sequel to my slight anthology of rose images is this one, donated to Owls. As I shall be in Pett soon I thought it wise to feather them a little.
1 When cats run home and light is come
And dew is cold upon the ground
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round:
Alone and warming his fine wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
That is Tennyson and I need only allude to this next one for the whole poem to come to you:
2. The owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar...
The Nursery Rhyme:
3. "Who'll gig his grave?"
'I' said the Owl
'With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave.'
Beake, though I rather doubt the use to which he puts our poor symbol:
4. The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
Wallace has written a poem called The Owl in the Sarcophagus but he doesn't mention an owl in it, but here's a quotation from another poem of his-
5. The little owl flew through the night
As if the people in the air

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