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Time, among his mortal cliches,
The rakish angle of a scythe,
And a winged hourglass,
Running to zero in it's flight,
Has a rival in my Love:

She is the challenger of Time,
The double dealer of his minutes,
The mistress of his days and nights,
For she- not he - computes the time
of day and night, of love and sleep.

You invite me to Pelt if war starts. Are rumours of war sufficient? Dandylion has his time-table in his hand, Yawalla Hood is staggering under the weight of a trunk, and Lionel that is tying his bow for the journey. I imagine the inhabitants of the rectory have a Vlaminck-black view of events.

I love you - Lawrence

65497498 - tmeconverse

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Time, among his mortal cliches,
The rakish angle of a scythe,
And a winged hourglass
Running to zero in its flight,
Has a rival in my love:

She is the challenger of Time,
The double-dealer of his minutes,
The mistress of his days and nights;
For she - not he - computes the time
Of Day and Night, of love and sleep.

You invite me to Pett if war starts. Are rumours of war sufficient? Dandylion has his time-table in his hand, Lawalla Hood is staggering under the weight of a trunk, and lionel chat is tying his bow for the journey. I imagine the inhabitants of the Rectory have a Vlaminck-black view of events.

I love you --
Lawrence

65499347 - saffyre13

3
Time, among his mortal clich'es,
The rakish angle of a scythe,
And a winged hourglass
Running to zero in its flight,
Has a rival in my Love:

She is the challenger of Time,
The double-dealer of his minutes,
The mistress of his days and nights;
For she - not he - computes the time
of day and night, of love and sleep.

You invite me to Pett if war starts. Are rumours of war sufficient? Dandylion has his time-table in his hand, Lawalla Hood is staggering under the weight of a trunk, and Lionel Chat is tying his bow for the journey. I imagine the inhabitants of the Rectory have a Vlaminck-black view of events.
I love you
Lawrence

65499733 - lmorgan9

3
Time, among his mortal clich'es,
the rakish angle of a scythe,
and a winged hourglass
running to zero in its flight,
Has a rival in my love:
She is the challenger of time
the double-dealer of his minutes,
the mistress of his days and nights,
for she - not he - computes the time
of day and night, of love and sleep.
you invite me to Pelt if war starts. Are rumours of was sufficient? Dandylion has his time-table in his hand, Jawalla Hood is staggering under the weight of a trunk, and lionel chat is tying his bow for the journey. I imagine the inhabitants of the rectory have a bleak view of events.
I love you
Lawrence.

WINNER - 65501282 - hoskinml

3
_____
Time, among his mortal cliches,
The rakish angle of a scythe,
And a winged hourglass
Running to zero in its flight,
Has a rival in my Love:

She is the challenger of Time,
The double-dealer of his minutes,
The mistress of his days and nights;
For she - not he - computes the time
Of day and night, of love and sleep.

You invite me to Pett if war starts. Are rumours of war sufficient? Dandylion has his time - table in his hand, Gawalla Hood is staggering under the weight of a trunk, and Lionel that is tying his bow for the journey. I imagine the inhabitants of the Rectory have a Vlaminck-black view of events.
I love you ____Lawrence

65519996 - sweezie

Time, among his mortal clich'es,
The rakish angle of a scythe,
And a winged hourglass
Running to zero in its flight,
Has a rivalin my love:

She is the challenger of Time,
The double - dealer of his minutes,
The mistress of his days and nights,
For she - not he - computes the time
of day and night, of love and sleep.

You invite me to Pett if war starts. Are rumours of war sufficient? Dandylion has his time-table in his hand, Yawalla Hood is staggering under the weight of a trunk, and lionelthat is tying his bow for the journey. I imagine the inhabitants of the Rectory have a Vlaminck - bleak view of events.

I love you
Lawrence

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