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  1. WINNER - 65304492 - not-logged-in-1e627baa78d47e9dc166
  2. 65309228 - chiefeagle02
  3. 65316712 - kendrickc216
  4. 65352728 - ariely15
  5. 65363975 - SparklesD
  6. 65364348 - tinkapuppy

WINNER - 65304492 - not-logged-in-1e627baa78d47e9dc166

Pastorals in Hampton Court
Or medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Balances of man and animal.

Fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry.
There, beyond the farmfence running.
Near the Charterhouse making honey.

A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or bell.
A monkey chatters but it is not trash.
Ladies laugh at what he tells.

Elephants and unicorns must live
Both for themselves and homily.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.

We condescend to owls who sit
On the trees of !iterature
Emblems of Minervan wit
Losing their identity as creatures.

Dead mice are epitaphs on stars.
Sunrays catch the chimney pots
Which fifteen minutes earlier
The owl's wing grazing had found almost hot.

The owl has made it just
In time, to his ruin.
After an entrance which raised the dust
See him, now, his feathers settling.

Back to barn and hollow tree and grot
Owls go (great eyes learned in the half
Tones of evening and midnight's blot),
Lovely and strong by night at whom day laughs.

This you may remember from two earlier poems: the form is better now. I must stop now but I will pick up again tomorrow. I love you so much. I am glad you miss me despite the varied attractions of Italy but I hope not too much. I love you and will write again immediately.

Lawrence

65309228 - chiefeagle02

Pastorals in Hampton Court
Or medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Balances of man and animal.

Fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry.
There, beyond the farmfence running.
Near the Charterhouse making honey.

A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or bell.
A monkey chatters but it is not trash.
Ladies laugh at what he tells.

Elephants and unicorns must live
Both for themselves and homily.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.

We condescend to owls who sit
On the trees of literature
Emblems of Minervan whit
Losing their identity as creatures.

Dead mice are epitaphs on stars.
Sunrays catch the chimney pots
Which fifteen minutes earlier
The owl's wring grazing had found almost hot.

The owl has made it just
In time, to his ruin.
After an entrance which raised the dust
See him, no, his feathers settling.

Back to barn and hollow tree and grot
Owls go (great eyes learned in the half
Tones of evening and midnight's blot),
Lovely and strong by night at whom day laughs.

This you may remember from two earlier poems: the form is better now. I must top now but I will pick up again tomorrow. I love you so much. I am glad you miss me despite the varied attractions of Italy but I hope not too much. I love you and will write again immediately.

Lawrence.

65316712 - kendrickc216

Pastorals in Hampton Court
Or medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Balances of man or animal.

Fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry.
There, beyond the farmfence running.
Near the Charterhouse making honey.

A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or a bell.
A monkey chatters but it is not trash.
Ladies laugh at what he tells.

Elephants and unicorns must live
Both for themselves and for homily.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.

We condescend to owls who sit
On the trees of literature
Emblems of Ninervan wit
Losing their identity as creatures.

Dead mice are epitaphs on stars.
Sunrays catch the chimney pots
Which fifteen minutes earlier
The owl's wings grazing had found almost hot.

The owl has made it just
In time, to his ruin.
After an entrance which raised the dust
See him, now, his feathers settling.

Back to barn and hollow tree and grot
Owls go (great eyes learned in the half
Tones of evening and midnight's blot),
Lovely and strong by night at whom day laughs.

This you may remember from two earlier poems: the form is better now. I must stop now but I will pick up again tomorrow. I love you so much. I am glad you miss me despite the varied attractions of Italy but I hope not too much. I love you and will write again immediately.

Lawrence

65352728 - ariely15

Pastorals in Hampton Court
Or medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Balances of man and animal.

Fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry.
There, beyond the farmforce running.
Near the Charterhouse making honey.

A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or bell.
A monkey chatters but it is not trash.
Ladies laugh at what he tells.

Elephants and unicorns must live
Both for themselves and homily.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.

We condescend to owls who sit
On the trees of literature
Emblers of Minervan wit
Losing their identity as creatures.

Dead mice are epitaphs on stars.
Sunrays catch the chimney pots
Which fifteen minutes earlier
The owl's wing grazing had found almost hot.

The owl has made it just
In time, to his ruin.
After an entrance which raised the dust
See him, now, his feathers settling.

Back to barn and hollow tree and grot
Owls go (great eyes learned in the half
Tones of evening and midnight's blot),
lovely and strong by night at whom day laughs.

This you may remember from two earlier poems: the form is better now. I must stop now but I will pick up again tomorrow. I love you so much. I am glad you miss me despite the varied attractions of Italy but I hope not too much. I love you and will write again immediately.

65363975 - SparklesD

Pastorals in Hampton Court
Or medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Balances of man and animal.

Fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry.
There, beyond the farm fence running.
Near the Charterhouse making honey.

A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or bell.
A monkey chatters but it is not trash.
Ladies laugh at what he tells.

Elephants and unicorns must live
Both for themselves and homily.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.

We condescend to owls who sit
On the trees of literature
Emblems of Minervan wit
Losing their identity as creatures.

Dead mice are epitaphs on starts.
Sunrays catch the chimney pots
Which fifteen minutes earlier
The owl's wing grazing had found almost hot.

The owl has made it just
In time, to his ruin.
After an entrance which raised the dust
See him, now, his features settling.

Back to barn and hollow tree and grot
Owls go (great eyes learned in the half
Tones of evening and midnight's blot),
Lovely and strong by night at whom day laughs.

This you may remember from two earlier poems: the form is better now. I must stop now but I will pick up again tomorrow. I love you so much. I am glad you miss me despite the varied attractions of Italy but I hope not too much. I love you and will write again immediately.

Laurence

65364348 - tinkapuppy

Pastoral in Hampton Court
Or medieval morals
Revive the primitive, or start
Balances of man and animal.

Fox, epitome of cunning,
The bee, of industry.
There, beyond the farmfence running.
Near the Charterhouse making honey.

A stir of satin and a flash
Of sunlight on a clasp or bell.
A monkey chatters but it is not trash.
Ladies laugh at what he tells.

Elephants and unicorns must live
Both for themselves and homily.
All beasts are free as well as captive
In tales made up for the family.

We condescend to owls who sit
On the trees of literature
Emblems of Minervan wit
Losing their identity as creatures.

Dead mice are epitaphs on stars.
Sunrays catch the chimney pots
Which fifteen minutes earlier
The owl's wing grazing had found almost hot.

The owl had made it just
In time, to his ruin.
After an entrance which raised the dust
See him, now, his feathers settling.

Back to barn and hollow tree and grot
Owls go (great eyes learned in the half
Tones of evening and midnight's blot),
Lovely and strong by night at whom day laughs.

This you may remember from two earlier poems: the
form is better now. I must stop now but I will pick
up again tomorrow. I love you so much. I am glad you miss me despite the varied attractions of Italy but
I hope not too much. I love you and will write again immed-
iately.
Lawrence

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