gri_2003_m_46_b01_f08_052
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- 65311776 - Pushdos
- 65410697 - srasg56
- 65415263 - Ultra_Velvet
- 65431322 - JMatheson
- 65452840 - hcable49
- WINNER - 65570810 - Ingersson
65311776 - Pushdos
Superimposed on this your helmet hairstyle. Minerva. Sylvia, Sylvia. Minerva. In Prior Park were two coins, of Minerva on one, Apollo on the other: I remembered your Eilnaze discovery. I looked at Minerva's neo-classic profile and thought how much I preferred her present incarnation. Oh, I adore you, I should like hire an aeroplane until smoke above Pett - every morning at eleven - kisses and messages in the sky and drop you poems by parachute. Here are a few lines from my Batt poem about the Gothic earnings on the capitals in Wells:Gothic craftsman in the capitals
like figures in a landscape with trees,
shockingly close to monsters and loss,
Bent grotesques, thorned with toasts ache,
Cringing and expostulating, lost
To merely lyrical occasions.
And this I am sure will amuse you. It is from Phantasmagoria by Carroll:
"That narrow window, I expect
serves but to let the dusk in - ".
"But please", said I, "to recollect
'Twas fashioned by an architect
who pinned his Laits on Ruskin!"
Just writing to you has cheered me up. I love you.
Lawrence
65410697 - srasg56
superimposed on this your helmet hairstyle. Minerva, Sylvia,Sylvia, Minerva. In Prior Park were two coins, of Minerva on
one, Apollo on the other: I remembered your silence discov-
ery. I looked at Minerva's neo-classic profile and thought how
much I preferred her present incarnation. Oh, I adore you, I
should like to hire an aeroplane to write with smoke above Pett-
every morning at eleven - kisses and messages in the sky. and
drop you poems by parachute. Here are a few lines from my Bath poem
about the Gothic carvings on the capitals in Wells:
Gothic craftsmen in the capitals
like figures in a landscape with trees,
Shockingly close to monsters and loss,
Bent grotesques, thorned with toothache,
Gurning and expostulating, last
To merely lyrical occasions.
And this I am sure will amuse you. It is a poem from Phantasmagoric by Carrall:
"That narrow window, I expect
Serves but to let the dusk in - "
"But please," said I, "to recollect
'Twas fashioned by an architect
who pinned his faith on Ruskin!"
65415263 - Ultra_Velvet
superimposed on this your helmet hairstyle. Minerva. Sylvia,Sylvia. Minerva in prior parts were two coins, of Minerva on
one, Apollo on the other : I remembered your discov-
ery. I looked at Minerva's neo-classic profile and thought how
much I preferred her present incarnation. Oh, how I adore you, I
Should like to have an aeroplane to write with smoke above Pett -
every morning at eleven - kisses and messages in the sky, and
drop you poems by parachute. Here are a few lines from my (bad) poem
about the gothic carvings on the capitals in Wells :
Gothic craftsmen in the capitals
like figures in a landscape with trees,
shockingly close to monsters and loss,
Bent grotesques, thorned with toads / tooth ache,
Urging and expostulating, lost
To merely lyrical occasions.
And this I am sure will amuse you. It is from Phantsmagoria
By Carroll :
"That narrow window, I expect
serves but to let the dusk in - "
"But please," said I, "to recollect
'Twas fashioned by an architect
who pinned his faith on Ruskin!"
Just writing to you has cheered me up. I love you.
Laurence
65431322 - JMatheson
Superimposed on this your helmet hair style. Minerva. Sylvia. Sylvia. Minerva. In prior were two coins, of Minerva on one, Appollo on the other: I remembered your sincere discovery. I looked at Minerva's neo-classic profile and thought how much I preferred her present incarnation. Oh, I adore you. I should like to give an aeroplane & write until smoke alone pelt - every morning at eleven - kisses and messages in the sky, and drop your poems by parachute. Here are a few lines from my (both) poem about the nature carvings on the capitals in Wells:Gothic craftsmen in the capitals
like seagulls in a landscape with trees,
shockingly close to monsters and loss,
Bent grotesques, charmed with tooth ache,
Cringing and expostulating, lost
To merely lyrical occasions.
And this I am sure will amuse you. It is from Phantasmagoria by Carrall:
"That narrow window, I expect
serves but to let the dusk in -"
"But please," said I, "to recalled
'Twas fashioned by an architect
who pinned his laith on Rusheim!"
Just writing to you has cheered me up. I love you.
Lawrence
65452840 - hcable49
superimposed on this your helmet hairstyle. Minerva. Sylvia, Sylvia. Minerva. In Prior Park were two coins, of Minerva on one, Appollo on the other: I remembered your discovery. I looked at Minerva's neo-classic profile and thought how much I preferred her present incarnation. Oh, I adore you. I should like to hire an aeroplane to write with smoke above - every morning at eleven - kisses and messages in the sky and drop you poems by parachute. There are a few lines from my Bath poem about all the Gothic carvings on the capitals in Wells:Gothic craftsmen in the capitals
like figures in a landscape with trees,
Shockingly those be monsters and loss,
Bent grotesques, thorned with toothache,
cringing and expostulating, lost
To merely lyrical occasions.
And this I am sure will amuse you. It is from Phantasmorgorie by Carroll:
"That narrow window, I expect
serves but to let the dusk in -"
"But please, " said I," to recollect
'Twas fashioned by an architect
who pinned his faith on Ruskin!"
WINNER - 65570810 - Ingersson
superimposed on this your helmet hairstyle. Minerva. Sylvia,Sylvia. Minerva. In Prior Park were two coins, of Minerva on
one, Appollo on the other: I remembered your Sienese discov-
ery. I looked at Minerva's neo-classic profile and thought how
much I preferred har present incarnation. Oh, I adore you, I
should like to hire an aeroplane to write with smoke above Peltenery every morning at eleven - kisses and messages in the sky, and
drop you poems by parachute. Here are a few lines from my Bath poem
about the Gothic carvings on the capitals in Wells:
Gothic craftsmen in the capetads
like figures in a landscape with trees,
Shockingly close to monsters and loss,
Bent grotesques, thorned with toatsade,
Cringing and expostulating, lost
To merely lyrical occasions.
And this I am sure will amuse you. It is from Phantasmagoria
by Carrol:
"That narrow window, I expect
Serves but to let the dusk in - "
"But please", said I, "to recollect
'Twas fashioned by an architect
who pinned his faith on Ruskin!"
Just writing to you has cheered me up. I love you!
Laurence