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66211896 - Silvine
66462294 - not-logged-in-ad91d43b31eeff44eb15
WINNER - 66473614 - BronteAlcott
66481462 - JanetCormack
66537333 - Preacher357
66631113 - tmeconverse
66642417 - MrComaToes2

66211896 - Silvine

LATER
This morning I got up early, before Peter awoke, had a
cold shower, and went to the Luxembourg gardens where I breath-
ed the voluptuous sweet flowers, admired the curly clouds,
& arrested my eyes from (1910 sculptures, particularly the
Verlaine - a Redonesque, not Rodin-laque, terror. I wrote
the following poem, based on the contrast of silence & words,
the idea that the poets' search for words is like the infants
gradual acquisition of a vocabulary :
Tithing the flowers in the Luxembourg,
Among the grey-degraded sculptures
Official as a disappearance :
Zinnia, Captain nan sheet,
Nicochiana, dandylions.
Delacroix's monumental palms
Record the rigid grip of time.
I evaluted rusty chairs
Float on roathers legs not stand
In a world that yields to sunlight.
Reclining, reading, sitting
We are suspended in a blaze of light
That melts the solid steps and path
Until we float among the named flowers.
It is one lyric of a projected sequence.
I love you, my dearest creature. I have been dismayed
to find cats here are lead about on leads. My indignation knows
no bounds. Is it not shamable. But you, my cat, use your liberty so well, to paint, to inspire me, to be beautiful.
I love you
Lawrence

66462294 - not-logged-in-ad91d43b31eeff44eb15

LATER
This morning I got up early, before Peter awoke, had a cold shower, and went to the Luxemburg gardens where I unearthed the voluptuous sweet flowers, admired the only class & averted my eyes from the (19th sculptures, particularly the Verlaine - a Redonesque, not Rodin-esque, tarror. I mate the following poem, based on the contrast of silence & words, the idea that the poets search for words is like the infants gradual acquisition of a vocabulary.
Tilling the flowers in the Luxembourg,
Among the grey degraded sculptures
Official as a disappearance:
Zinnia, Captain non Fleet,
Nicochiana, dandelions.
Delacroix's monumental palms
Record the rigid grip of time.

I naluted rusty chairs
Float on rootless legs not stand
In a world that yields to sunlight.
Reclining, reading, sitting
WE are suspended in a blaze of light
That melts the solid steps and path
until we float among the named flowers.

It is one lyric of a projected sequence.

I love you, my dearest creature. I have been disarrayed to find cats here are lead about on a lead. My indignation knows no bounds. Is it not shameful. But you, my cat, use your liberty so well, to paint, to inspire me, to be beautiful.
I love you Lawrence

WINNER - 66473614 - BronteAlcott

LATER

This morning I got up early, before Peter awoke, had a cold shower, and went to the Luxembourg gardens where I breathed the voluptuous sweet flowers, admired the curly chairs, & averted my eyes from the (19th sculptures, particularly the Verlaine - a Redonesque, not Rodin-esque, horror. I wrote the following poem, based on the contrast of silence & words, the idea that the poet's search for words is like the infant's gradual acquisition of a vocabulary:

Tilling the flowers in the Luxembourg,
Among the grey-degraded sculptures
Official as a disappearance:
Zinnia, Captain van Fleet,
Nicotiana, dandylions.
Delacroix's monumental palms
Record the rigid grip of time.

Involuted rusty chairs
Float on rootless legs not stand
In a world that yields to sunlight.
Reclining, reading, sitting
We are suspended in a blaze of light
That melts the solid steps and path
Until we float among the named flowers.

It is one lyric of a projected sequence.

I love you, my dearest creature. I have been dismayed to find cats here are lead about on leads. My indignation knows no bounds. It is not shameful. But you, my cat, use your liberty so well, to paint, to inspire me, to be beautiful.

I love you
Lawrence

66481462 - JanetCormack

LATER
This morning I got up early, before Peter awoke, had a cold shower, and went to the Luxembourg Gardens where I breathed the volupturous sweet flowers, admired the curly chairs & arrested my eyes from the C19th sculptures, particularly the Verlaine - a Redonesque, not Rodin-esque horror. I wrote the following poem, based on the contrast of silence & words, the idea that the poet's search for words is like the infant's gradual acquisition of a vocabulary:
Titling the flowers in the Luxembourg,
Among the grey-degraded sculptures
Official as a disappearance:
Zinnia, Captain von Fleet,
Nicochiana, dandylions.
Delacroix's monumental palms
Record the rigid grip of time.

Invaluted rusty chairs
Float on rootless legs not stand
In a world in that yields to sunlight.
Reclining, reading, sitting
We are suspended in a blaze of light
That melts the solid steps and path
Until we float among the named flowers.
It is one lyric of a projected sequence.
I love you, my dearest creature. I have been dismayed to find cats here are led about on leads. My indignation knows no bounds. Is it not shameful. But you, my cat, use your liberty so well, to paint, to inspire me, to be beautiful.
I love you
Lawrence

66537333 - Preacher357

LATER
This morning I got up early, before Peter awoke, had a
cold shower, and went to the Luxembourg gardens where I breath-
ed the voluptioness sweet flowers, admiring the curly clarrs,
& averted my eyes from the (19th sculptures, particularly the
Verlaine - a Redoneaque, not Rodin-esque, . I wrote
the following poem, based on the contrast of silence, & words, the idea that the poet's search for words is like the infants
gradual acquirition of a vocabulary:
Tilting the flowers in the Luxembourg,
Among the grey - degraded sculptures
Official as a disappearance:
Zinnia, Captain non Fleet,
Nicochiana, dandylions.
Delocroisc's monumental palms
Record the rigid grip of time.
Invaluted rusty chairs
Float on legs not stand
In a world that yields to sunlight
Reclining, reading, sitting
We are suspended in a blaze of light
That melts the solid steps and path
Until we float among the named flowers.

It is one lyric of a projected sequence.

I love you, my dearest creature. I have been dismayed
to find cats here are lead about on leads. My indignation knows
no bounds. Is it not shameful. But you, my cat, use your
liberty so well, to paint, to inspire me, to be beautiful -
I love you
Lawrence

66631113 - tmeconverse

LATER
This morning I got up early, before Peter awoke, had a cold shower, and went to the Luxembourg gardens where I breathed the voluptuous sweet flowers, admired the curly chairs & averted my eyes from the C 19th sculpture, particularly the Verlaine - a Redonesque, not Rodin-esque, horror. I wrote the following poem, based on the contrast of silence & words, the idea the the poet's search for words is like the infant's gradual acquisition of a vocabulary:

Tilling the flowers in the Luxembourg,
Among the grey-degraded sculptures
Official as a disappearance:
Zinnia, Captain van Fleet,
Nicodiana, dandylions.
Delacroix's monumental palms
Record the rigid grip of time.

Invaluted rusty chairs
Float on rootless legs not stand
In a world that yields to sunlight.
Reclining, reading, sitting
We are suspended in a blaze of light
That melts the solid steps and paths
Until we float among the named flowers

It is one lyric of a projected sequence.

I love you,my dearest creature. I have been dismayed to find cats here are lead about on leads. My indignation knows no bounds. Is it not shameful. But you, my cat, are you liberty as well , in paint, to inspire me, to be beautiful.

I love you
Lawrence

66642417 - MrComaToes2

LATER
This morning I got up early, before Peter awoke, had a
cold shower, and went to the Luxembourg gardens where I breath -
ed the voluptuous sweet flowers, admired the curly clams,
& averted my eyes from the C19th sculptures, particularly the
Verlaine - a Redonesque, not Rodin - esque, horror. I wrote
the following poem based on the contrast of silence & words,
The idea that a poet's search for words is like the infant's gradual acquisition of a vocabulary:
Titling the flowers in the Luxembourg,
Among the grey - degraded sculptures
official as a disappearance:
Zinia, Captain van Fleet,
Nicochiana, dandylions.
Delacroix's monumental palms
Record the rigid grip of time.

Involuted rusty chairs
Float on rootless legs not stand
In a world that yields to sunlight.
Reclining, reading, sitting
We are suspended in a blaze of light
That melts the solid steps and path
Until we float among the named flowers

It is one lyric of a projected sequence.

I love you, my dearest creature. I have been dismayed
to find cats here are lead about on leads. My indignation knows
no bounds. Is it not shameful. But you my cat live your
liberty so well, to paint to inspire me, to be beautiful.
I love you
Lawrence

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