gri_2003_m_46_b02_f08_017

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65489530 - cshepherd
65511501 - YukonRed
65519829 - leliu2367
65563712 - Angel_48
65571019 - hughgibson
65717561 - Justy.Curious
WINNER - 65758912 - NVarellas

65489530 - cshepherd

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It describes a Dutch version of Autumn as a Personage:

Geography imposes form
On local habits of imagination:
And climate models the moustache
Or dykes the character of boats.
Autumn, the Boor, stands tall
Above the flat horizon
Holding a barrel to his lips
Above his comrade-belly.
No Bacchus, here, nor buttocks stained
With purple like a woman's chin.
Provincial, wide, and popular
The personage September
Adopts the local character
And belches like the thunder.

Your description of the progress of your painting
fills me with pleasure. What size is it? I long to
see it for I am sure it combines all you have learnt
from the watercolours of the cliff with your delectable handling of
oils.

Friday evening Paul, Michael Rivett, a friend of Paul's called Desmond, and I went to a music hall
in Camden Town. It was very amusing. There was an
effort to recreate the primitive atmosphere of the 'old
days': enormous mirrors beside the stage-boxes reflect
Sickertian views of the dark auditorium and I must con-
fess my attention was distracted more than once from the
players to the exciting image in the glass. Usually
in music halls the jokes are re-actionary but Camden
Town topical jokes are anti-conservative: 'What are
you smiling for, missus' said a comedian, 'if the con-
servatives get in, those teeth'll have to go back'.

I find Willy's delay in answering as annoying as you
do. Probably more annoying, for I am longing to see
you again.

65511501 - YukonRed

II
It describes a Dutch version of Autumn as a Personage:

Geography imposes form
On local habits of imagination:
And climate models the moustache
Or dykes the character of boats.
Autumn, the Boor, stands tall
Above the flat horizon
Holding a barrel to his lips
Above his comrade-belly.
No Bacchus, here, nor buttocks stained
With purple like a woman's chin.
Provincial, wide, and popular
The personage September
Adopts the local character
And belches like the thunder.

Your description of the progress of your painting
fills me with pleasure. What size it it? I long to
see it for I am sure it combines all you have learnt
from the watercolours of the cliff with your delectable handling of
oils.

Friday evening Paul, Michael Rivett, a friend
of Paul's called Desmond, and I went to a music hall
in Campden Town. It was very amusing. There was an
effort to recreate the primitive atmosphere of the 'old
days': enormous mirrors beside the stage-boxes reflect
Sickertian views of the dark auditorium and I must con-
fess my attention was distracted more than once from the
players to the exciting image in the glass. Usually
in music halls the jokes are re-actionary but Campden
Town topical jokes are anti-conservative: 'What are
you smiling for, missus' said a comedian, 'if the con-
servatives get in, those teeth'll have to go back'.

I find Willy's delay in answering as annoying as you
do. Probably more annoying, for I am longing to see
you again.

65519829 - leliu2367

II
It describes a Dutch version of Autumn as a Personage:

Geography imposes form
On local habits of imagination:
And climate models the moustache
Or dykes the character of boats.
Autumn, the Boor, stands tall
Above the flat horizon
Holding a barrel to his lips
Above his comrade-belly.
No Bacchus, here, not buttocks stained
With purple like a woman's chin.
Provincial, wide, and popular
The personage September
Adopts the local character
And belches like the thunder.

Your description of the progress of your painting fills me with pleasure. What size is it? I long to see it for I am sure it combines all you have learnt from the watercolours of the clif with your delectable handling of oils.

Friday evening Paul, Michael Rivett, a friend of Paul's called Desmond, and I went to a music hall in Campden Town. It was veery amusing. There was an effort to recreate the primitive atmosphere of the 'old days': enormous mirrors beside the stage-boxes reflect Sickertian views of the dark auditorium and I must confess my attention was distracted more than once from the players to the exciting image in the glass. Usually in music halls the jokes are reactionary but Campden Town topical jokes are anti-conservative: 'What are you smiling for, missus' said a comedian, 'if the conservatives get in, those teeth'll have to go back'.

I find Willy's delay in answering as annoying as you do. Probably more annoying, for I am longing to see you again.

65563712 - Angel_48

II
It describes a Dutch version of Autumn as a Personage:

Geography imposes form
On local habits of imagination:
And climate models the moustache
Or dykes the character of boats.
Autumn, the Boor stands tall
Above the flat horizon
Holding a barrel to the lips
Above the comrade-belly.
No Bacchus, here, nor buttocks stained
With purple like a woman's chin.
Provincial, wide, and popular
The personage September
Adolpts the local character
And belches like the thunder.

Your description of the progress of your painting fills me with pleasure. What size is it? I long to see it for I am sure it combines all you have learnt from the watercolours of the cliff with your delectable handling of oils.

Friday evening Paul, Michael Rivett, a friend of Paul's called Desmond and I went to a music hall in Campden Town. It was very amusing. There was an effort to recreate the primitive atmosphere of the 'old days': enormous mirrors beside the stage-boxes reflect Sickertian views of the dark auditorium and I must confess my attention was distracted more than once from the players to the exciting image in the glass. 'What are you smiling for, missus' said a comedian, 'if the conservatives get in, those teeth'll have to go back'.

I find Willy's delay in answering as annoying as you do. Probably more annoying, for I am longing to see you again.

65571019 - hughgibson

II
It describes a Dutch version of Autumn as a Personage:

Geography impedes form
On local habitats of imagination:
And climate models the mustache
Or dykes the character of boats.
Autumn, the Boor, stands tall
Above the flat horizon
Holding a barrel to his lips
Above his comrade-belly.
No Bacchus, here, nor buttocks stained
With purple like a woman's chin.
Provincial, wide, and popular
The personage September
Adopts the local character
And belches like the thunder.

Your description of the progress of your painting
fills me with pleasure. What size is is? I long to
see it for I am sure it combines all you have learnt
from the watercolours with your delectable handling of
oils.

Friday evening Paul, Michael Rivett, a friend
of Paul's called Desmond, and I went to a music hall
in Campden Town. It was very amusing. There was an
effort to recreate the primitive atmosphere of the 'old
days': enormous mirrors beside the stage-boxes reflect
Sickertain views of the dark auditorium and I must con-
fess my attention was distracted more than once from the
players to the exciting image in the glass. Usually
in music halls the jokes are re-actionary but Campden
Town tropical jokes are anti-conservative: 'What are
you smilin' for, missus' said a comedian, 'if the con-
servatives get in, those teeth'll have to go back'.

I do find Willy's delay in answering as annoying as you
do. Probably more annoying, for I am longing to see
you again.

65717561 - Justy.Curious

II

It describes a Dutch version of Autumn as a Personage:

Geography imposes form
On local habits of imagination:
And climate models the moustache
Or dikes the character of boats.
Autumn, the Boor, stands tall
Above the flat horizon
Holding a barrel to his lips
Above his comrade-belly.
No Bacchus, here, nor buttocks stained
With purple like a woman's chin.
Provincial, wide, and popular
The personage September
Adopts the local character
And belches like the thunder.

Your description of the progress of your painting
fills me with pleasure. What size it is? I long to
see it for I am sure it combines all you have learnt
from the watercolors of Cliff with your delectable handling of
oils.

Friday evening Paul, Michael Rivett, a friend
of Paul's called Desmond, and I went to a music hall
in Campden Town. It was very amusing. There was an
effort to recreate the primitive atmosphere of the 'old
days': enormous mirrors beside the stage-boxes reflect
Sickertian views of the dark auditorium and I must con-
fess my attention was distracted more than once from the
players to the exciting image in the glass. Usually
in music halls the jokes are reactionary but Campden
Town topical jokes are anti-conservative: 'What are
you smiling for, missus' said a comedian , 'if the con-
servatives get in, those teeth'll have to go back'.

I find Willy's delay in answering as annoying as you
do. Probably more annoying, for I am longing to see
you again.

WINNER - 65758912 - NVarellas

II
It describes a Dutch version of Autumn as a Personage:

Geography imposes form
On local habits of imagination:
And climate models the moustache
Or dykes the character of boats.
Autumn, the Boor, stands tall
Above the flat horizon
Holding a barrel to his lips
Above his comrade-belly.
No Bacchus, here, not buttocks stained
With purple like a woman's chin.
Provincial, wide, and popular
The personage September
Adopts the local character
And belches like the thunder.
Your description of the progress of your painting fills me with pleasure. What size is it? I long to see it for I am sure it combines all you have learnt from the watercolours of the cliff with your delectable handling of oils.
Friday evening Paul, Michael Rivett, a friend of Paul's called Desmond, and I went to a music hall in Campden Town. It was very amusing. There was an effort to recreate the primitive atmosphere of the 'old days': enormous mirrors beside the stage-boxes reflect Sickertian views of the dark auditorium and I must confess my attention was distracted more than once from the players to the exciting image in the glass. Usually in music halls the jokes are reactionary but Campden Town topical jokes are anti-conservative: 'What are you smiling for, missus' said a comedian, 'if the conservatives get in, those teeth'll have to go back'.
I find Willy's delay in answering as annoying as you do. Probably more annoying, for I am longing to see you again.

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