gri_2003_m_46_b02_f04_003
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- WINNER - 65633008 - srasg56
- 65671486 - Lynst
- 65750103 - JanetCormack
- 65765674 - kpask
- 66145170 - frenziedgnu
- 66772129 - BevB56
WINNER - 65633008 - srasg56
April 2 - RedbourneThe children who spend all their time here saw me writing a poem
to you (recognised the shape) and arranged a poetry recital for me.
They arranged themselves on the stage at one end of the hall. One
boy (Norman) claimed to know 15 pieces but when challenged pro-
duced 2 and a bit. Two little girls recited together, one with her
arms twisted behind her head, the other rotating one leg with
embarrassment. However the desire to please was stronger than
shyness & they completed the poem. Almost all were inaudible
but Janet, one of 2 of the name, started well with
I wish I were an apple on a tree.
I'd fall upon a pretty girl like me.
The rest was lost however when she was overcome & had to
turn her back on me and press against the wall in utter confus-
ion.
One boy, John, has a crush on me. He is 11 or 12 and is, it
must be admitted, semi-deficient. He plays, not with his
contemporaries but 7 and 8 year old girls. He resents time I
spend with anyone else and I had to reproach him the other day
for fighting with a 7 year old girl (for my favours). He be-
came sullen and slouched round & round the hall (in very heavy
boots) whistling on one ear-splitting note. I expelled him but
he comes in still, chastened, but marvelling. Incidentally
the children are not in at present because Saturday afternoon
they go to the pictures: they will be in after tea, I imagine , though.
I am going to dismantle the exhibition tonight at about 6
o'clock. I can't believe that tomorrow I shall not have to answer
questions about 'detail' and 'realism' and 'beauty'. What will remain
on the walls of memory - if I live to be 23 - are the superb, the un-
forced, cliches.
The visitors here, & I've had more than a hundred in 8
days - are never at a loss for nonsense or vulgarity: they have a
commonplace at every finger tip. They have no individuality but a
marvellously effective collective identity - if 'identity' is not
too strong a word. The population is 3 or 4,000, so a hundred plus
is quite good.
65671486 - Lynst
April 2 - RedbourneThe children who spend all this time here saw me writing a poem
to you (recognised the shape) and arranged a poetry recital for me.
They arranged themselves on the stage at one end of the hall. One
boy (Norman) claimed to know 15 pieces but when challenged pro-
duced 2 and a bit. Two little girls recited together, one with her
arms twisted behind her head, the other rotating one leg with
embarrassment. However the desire to please was stronger then
shyness they completed the poem. Almost all were inaudible
but Janet, one of 2 of the name, started well with
I wish I were an apple on a tree.
I'd fall upon a pretty girl like me.
The rest was lost however when she was overcome to had to
turn her back on me and press against the wall in utter confus-
ion.
One boy, John, has a crush on me. He is 11 or 12 and is, it
must be admitted, semi-deficient. He plays, not with his
contemporaries but 7 and 8 year old girls. He resents time I
spend with anyone else and I had to reproach him the other day
for fighting with a 7 year old girl (for my favours). He be-
came sullen slouched round round the hall (in very heavy
boots) whistling on one ear-splitting note. I expelled him but
he comes in still, chastened, but marvelling.
Incidentally
the children are not in at present because Saturday afternoon
they go to the pictures : they will be in after tea, I imagine, though.
I am gong to dismantle the exhibition tonight at about 6
o'clock. I can't believe that tomorrow I shall not have to answer
questions about 'detail' and 'realism' and 'beauty'. What will remain
on the walls of memory - if I live to be 23 - are the superb, the un-
forced, cliches.
The visitors here, I've had more than a hundred in 8
days - are never at a loss for nonsense or vulgarity : they have a
commonplace at every finger tip. They have no individuality but a
marvellously effective collective identity - if 'identity' is not
too strong a word. The population is 3 or 4,000, so a hundred plus
is quite good.
65750103 - JanetCormack
April 2 - RedbourneThe children who spend all their time here saw me writing a poem to you (recognised the shape) and arranged a poetry recital for me. They arranged themselves on the stage at one of the hall. One boy (Norman) claimed to know 15 pieces but when challenged produced 2 and a bit. Two little girls recited together, one with her arms twisted behind her head, the other rotating one leg with embarassment. However the desire to please was stronger than shyness & they completed the poem. Almost all were inaudible but Janet. one of 2 of the name, started well with
I wish I were an apple on a tree.
I'd fall upon a pretty girl like me.
The rest was lost however when she was overcome & had to turn her back on me and press against the wall in utter confusion.
One boy, John, has a crush on me. He is 11 or 12 and is, it must be admitted semi-deficient. He plays, not with his contemporaries but 7 and 8 year old girls. He resents time I spend with anyone else and I had to reproach him the other day for fighting with a 7 year old girl (for my favours). He became sullen & slouched round & round the hall ( in very heavy boots) whistling on on ear-splitting note. I expelled him but he comes in still, chastened, but wainelling. Incidentally the children are not in at present because Saturday afternoon they go to the pictures: they will be in after tea, I imagine, though.
I am going to dismantle the exhibition tonight at about 6 o'clock. I can't believe that tomorrow I shall not have to answer questions about 'detail' and 'realism' and 'beauty'. What will remain on the walls of memory - if I live to be 23 - are the superb, forced cliches. the visitors here, I've had more than a hundred in 8 days - are never at a loss for nonsense or vulgarity: they have a commonplace at every finger tip. They have no individuality but a marvellously effective collective ientity - if 'identity' is not too strong a word. The population is 3 or 4,000 so a hundred plus is quite good.
65765674 - kpask
April 2 - RedbourneThe children who spend all their time here saw me writing a poem to you (recognised the shape) and arranged a poetry recital for me. They arranged themselves on the stage at one end of the hall. One boy (Norman) claimed to know 15 pieces but when challenged produced 2 and a bit. Two little girls recited together, one with her arms twisted behind her head, the other rotating one leg with embarrassment. However the desire to please was stronger than shyness as they completed the poem. Almost all were inaudible but Janet, one of 2 of the name, started well with
I wish I were an apple on a tree.
I'd fall upon a pretty girl like me.
The rest was lost however when she was overcome & had to turn her back on me and press against the wall in utter confusion.
One boy, John, has a crush on me. He is 11 or 12 and is, it must be admitted, semi-deficient. He plays, not with his contemporaries, but 7 and 8 year old girls. He resents time I spend with anyone else and I had to reproach him the other day for fighting with a 7 year old girl (for my favours). He became sullen & slaucled round & round the hall (in very heavy boots) whistling on one ear-splitting note. I expelled him but he comes in still, chastened, but wainelling. Incidentally the children are not in at present because Saturday afternoon they go the pictures: they will be in after tea, I imagine, though.
I am going to dismantle the exhibition tonight at about 6 o'clock. I can't believe that tomorrow I shall not have to answer questions about "detail" and "realism" and "beauty". What will remain on the walls of memory--if I live to be 23--are the superb, the unforced, cliches. The visitors here, & I've had more than a hundred in 8 days--are never at a loss for nonsense or vulgarity: they have a commonplace at every finger tip. They have no individuality but a marvelously effective collective identity--if "identity" is not too strong a word. The population is 3 or 4,000, so a hundred plus is quite good.
66145170 - frenziedgnu
April 2 - RedbourneThe children who spend all their time here saw me writing a poem
to you (recognised the shape) and arranged a poetry recital for me.
They arranged themselves on the stage at one end of the hall. One
boy (Norman) claimed to know 15 pieces but when challenged pro-
duced 2 and a bit. Two little girls recited together, one with her
arms twisted behind her head, the other rotating one leg with
embarrassment. However the desire to please was stronger than
shyness & they completed the poem. Almost all were inaudible
but Janet, one of 2 of the name, started well with
I wish I were an apple on a tree.
I'd fall upon a pretty girl like me.
The rest was lost however when she was overcome & had to
turn her back on me and press against the wall in utter confus-
ion.
One boy, John, has a crush on me. He is 11 or 12 and is, it
must be admitted, semi-deficient. He plays, not with his
contemporaries but 7 and 8 year old girls. He resents time I
spend with anyone else and I had to reproach him the other day
for fighting with a 7 year old girl (for my favours). He be-
came sullen & slouched round & round the hall (in very heavy
boots) whistling on one ear-splitting note. I expelled him but
he comes in still, chastened, but snivelling. Incidentally
the children are not in at present because Saturday afternoon
they go to the pictures: they will be in after tea, I imagine, though.
I am going to dismantle the exhibition tonight at about 6
o'clock. I can't believe that tomorrow I shall not have to answer
questions about 'detail' and 'realism' and 'beauty'. What will remain
on the walls of memory - if I live to be 23 - are the superb, the un-
forced, cliches.
The minitons here, & I've had more than a hundred in 8
days - are never at a loss for nonsense or vulgarity: they have a
commonplace at every finger tip. They have no individuality but a
marvellously effective collective identity - if 'identity' is not
too strong a word. The population is 3 or 4,000, so a hundred plus
is quite good.
66772129 - BevB56
April 2 - RedbourneThe children who spend all their time here saw me writing a poem to you (recognised the shape) and arranged a poetry recital for me. They arranged themselves on the stage at one end of the hall. One boy (Norman) claimed to know 15 pieces but when challenged produced 2 and a bit. Two little girls recited together, one with her arms twisted behind her head, the other rotating one leg with embarrassment. However the desire to please was stronger than shyness & they completed the poem. Almost all were inaudible but Janet, one of 2 of the name, started well with
I wish I were an apple tree
I'd fall upon a pretty girl like me.
The rest was lost however when she was overcome & had to turn her back on me and press against the wall in utter confusion.
One boy, John, has a crush on me. He is 11 or 12 and is, it must be admitted, semi-deficient. He plays, not with his contemporaries but 7 and 8 year old girls. He resents time I spend with anyone else and I had to reproach him the other day for fighting with a 7 year old girl (for my favours). He became sullen & slouched round & round the hall (in very heavy boots) whistling on one ear splitting note. I expelled him but he comes in still, chastened, but elling. Incidentally the children are not in at present because Saturday afternoon they go to the pictures: they will be in after tea, I imagine, though.
I am going to dismantle the exhibition tonight at about 6 o'clock. I can't believe that tomorrow I shall not have to answer questions about 'detail' and 'realism' and 'beauty'. What will remain on the walls of memory - if I live to be 23 - are the superb, the unforced, cliches. The visitors here, & I've had more than a hundred in 8 days - are never at a loss for nonsense as vulgarity: they have a commonplace at every finger tip. They have no individuality but a marvellously effective collective identity - if 'identity' is not too strong a word. The population is 3 or 4,000, so a hundred plus is quite good.