gri_2003_m_46_b03_f11_005
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- 66133377 - hoskinml
- 66210089 - SilverSeadog
- 66245048 - not-logged-in-535f37d57bb5467f0ea2
- 66345852 - slicitra
- WINNER - 66417192 - Preacher357
- 66432995 - xuelee
66133377 - hoskinml
ON HIS LOVER'S PROLONGED ABSENCEBefore the fall & later paradox The climate was a - seasonal and fruit Proliferated in tropic air. Love, like the theories of the hermit saints, Has paradoxes, like the pun on 'death', Spilled from the tree into the mouth of wind. Lovers accept, besides the sSummer favours, Delays of other seasons when the ice Encloses Flora in the garden vista. Therefore I question love about the Winter Whose glacier has clamped the hills too long: 'Where is the paradoxical spring of love, That resurrection, sharpened by the winter, Sweeter, say apologists, than all-Summer?' The clocks have all regressed to Winter-time. 'Be glad', Love said, 'that love is seasonal, For Though you freeze, you can be sure of summer; Soon Sylvia will arm you from this limbo'.
66210089 - SilverSeadog
ON HIS LOVER'S PROLONGED ABSENCEBefore the fall & later paradox
The climate was a-seasonal and fruit
Proliferated in a tropic air.
Love, like the theories of the hermit saints,
Has paradoxes, like the pun on 'death',
Spilled from the tree into the mouth of the wind.
Lovers accept, besides the summer favours,
Delays of other seasons when the ice
Encloses flora in the garden vista.
Therefore I question love about the Winter
Whose glacier has clamped the hill too long;
'where is the paradoxical spring of love,
That resurrection, sharpened by the winter,
Sweeter, say the apologists, than all-summer?'
The clocks have all regressed to Winter-time.
'Be glad', love said,'that love is seasonal,
For though you freeze, you can be sure of Summer;
Soon Sylvia will arm you from this limbo'.
66245048 - not-logged-in-535f37d57bb5467f0ea2
ON HIS LOVER'S PROLONGED ABSENCEBefore the fall & later paradox
The climate was a-seasonal and fruit
Proliferated in a tropic air.
Love, like the theories of the hermit saints,
Has paradoxes, like the pun on 'death',
Spilled from the tree into its mouth of wind.
Lovers accept, besides the summer, favours,
Delays of other seasons when the ice
Encloses flora in the garden vista.
Therefore I question ion about the Winter
Whose glacier has clamped the hills too long:
'where is the paradoxical spring of love,
That resurrection sharpened by the winter,
Sweeter, say apologists, than all-summer?'
The clocks have all regressed to winter-time.
'Be glad', Love said, 'that love is seasonal,
For though you freeze, you can be sure of summer;
Soon Sylvia will arm you from this limbo'.
66345852 - slicitra
Before the fall & later paradoxThe climate was in seasonal and fruit
in a tropic air.
Love, like the theories of the hermit saints,
Mass paradoxes, like the pun on 'death',
Spilled from the tree into the mouth of wind.
Lovers accept, besides the summer ,
Delays of atler seasons when the ice
Encloses flora in the garden vista.
Therefore I question love the winter
Whose glacier has clamped the hills too long;
'Where is the paradoxical spring of love,
That resurrection sharpened by the winter,
Sweeter, say, apologists, than all-summer?'
The clocks have all regressed to winter-time.
'Be glad', love said, 'that love is seasonal,
For though you freeze, you can be sure of summer;
soon Sylvia will arm you from the limbo?
ON HIS LOVER'S PROLONGED ABSENCE
WINNER - 66417192 - Preacher357
ON HIS LOVER'S PROLONGED ABSENCEBefore the fall & later paradox
The climate was a - seasonal and fruit
Proliferated in a tropic air.
Love, like the theories of the hermit saints,
Mas paradoxes, like the pun on 'death',
Spilled from the tree into the mouth of wind.
Lovers accept, besides the Summer favours,
Delays of other seasons when the ice
Encloses Flora in the garden vista.
Therefore I question love about the Winter
Whose glacier has clamped the hills too long:
'Where is the paradoxical spring of love,
That resurrection, sharpened by the winter,
Sweeter, say apologists, than all-summer?'
The clocks have all regressed to WInter-time.
'Be glad', love said, 'that love is seasonal,
For though you freeze, you can be sure of summer,'
Soon Sylvia will arm you from this limbo?
66432995 - xuelee
ON HIS LOVER'SPROLONGED ABSENCE
Before the fall and later paradox
The climate was a-seasonal and fruit
Proliferated in a tropic air.
Love, like the theories of the hermit saints,
Has paradoxes, like the pun on 'death',
Spilled from the tree into the mouth of wind.
Lovers accept, besides the summer favours,
Delay of other seasons when the ice
Encloses flora in the garden vista.
Therefore I question love about the winter
whose glacier has clamped the hill too long:
'where is the paradoxical spring of love,
That resurrection, sharpened by the winter,
Sweeter, say apologists, than all-summer?'
The clocks have all regressed to winter-time.
'Be glad', have said, 'that love is seasonal,
For though you freeze, you can be sure of summer;
Soon Sylvia will arm you from this limbo'.