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66798171 - altheist
WINNER - 66879925 - not-logged-in-dc021d940ab793fb9c0a
67329528 - slicitra
67419993 - maid71
67885675 - tmeconverse
68291578 - Traxgeo

66798171 - altheist

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I am so pleased that you are already painting Mitzi and that you have bought some small canvases for painting over the holiday. As a result of your birthday I am writing poems again: here is one, an Additional Birthday Poem. Perhaps, though so many miles apart, our creature spells will co-incide in the next few days.

Otherwise than monuments
Which reserve shells from the incloute sea
This anniversary is unnirible
Like an hedonist's epiphany.

Blossom is flippant in the wind
Like a ramadryad's plumes
Rustled by the sun from winter pastures
Who desire from unfirnished rooms.

Of every branch and grone, Exring make
A nebus, secrets Sylvia
In the colour's perfect islands:
Sylvia's birth from the sea of April.

Have a pleasant Sunday with Mrs. Toft. For myself I am taking Deirdre to The Browning Version this evening & tomorrow she is taking me to the horse-show where I believe I am in the exchited to selected school friends.

(I have the Arthurian legend book here.)

I love you, dearest beauty. I adore you,
Lawrence

P.S. Here is an example, enclosed, of Folk Cubomania.

WINNER - 66879925 - not-logged-in-dc021d940ab793fb9c0a

I am so pleased that you are already painting Mitzi and that you have bought some small canvases for painting over the holiday. As a result of your birthday I am writing poems again -- here is one, an Additional Birthday Poem. Perhaps, though so many miles apart, our creative spells will co-incide in the next few days.
Otherwise than monuments
Which rescue shells from the inchoate sea
This anniversary is invisible
Like an hedonist's epiphany.

Blossom is flippant in the wind
like a hamadryad's plumes
Rustled by the sun from winter pastures
like desire from unfurnished rooms.

Of every branch and grove, spring makes
A rebus, secrets Sylvia
In the colour's perfect islands:
Sylvia's birth from the sea of April.

Have a pleasant Sunday with Mrs. Taft. For myself I am taking Deidre to The Browning Version this evening & tomorrow she is taking me to a horse show where I believe I am to be exhibited to selected school friends.
(I have the Arthurian legend book here.)
I love you, dearest beauty. I adore you
Lawrence
P.S. Here is an example, enclosed, of Folk Cubomania.

67329528 - slicitra

I am so pleased that you are already painting Mitzi and that you have bought some small canvases for painting over the holiday. As a result of your birthday I am writing poems again; her is one an Additional Birthday Poem. Perhaps, though so many miles apart, our creative spells will co-inside in the next few days.

Otherwise than monuments
Which reserve bells from the sea
This anniversary is invisible
like an hedonist's epiphany.

Blossom is in the wind
like a plumes
Rustled by the sun from winter pastures
like desire from unfurnished rooms

Of every branch and grove, spring makes
A rebus, secrets Sylvia
Sylvia's birth from the sea of April.

Have a pleasant Sunday with Mr.s Taft. For myself I am taking Deidre to The Browning Version this evening & tomorrow she is taking me to a horse-show where I believe I am to exhibition to selected school friends.
(I have the legendbook here.)
I love you, dearest beauty. I adore you.
Lawrence

67419993 - maid71

I am so pleased that you are already painting Mitzi and that you have bought some small canvases for painting over the holiday. As a result of your birthday I am writing poems again: here is one, an Additional Birthday Poem. Perhaps, though so many miles apart, our creative spells will coincide in the next few days.

Otherwise those monuments
Which receive shells from the inchoate sea
This anniversary is invisible
Like an hedonist's epiphany

Blossom is flippant in the wind
Like a farmyard's plumes
Rustled by the sun from winter pastures
Like desire from unfurnished rooms.

Of every branch and grove, Spring makes
A nebus, secrets Sylvia
In the colour's perfect islands:
Sylvia's birth from the sea of April.

Have a pleasant Sunday with Mrs. Taft. For myself I am taking Deidre to The Browning Version this evening and tomorrow she is taking me to the horse-show where I believe I am to be exhibited to selected school friends.

(I have the Arthurian legend book here.)

I love you, dearest beauty. I adore you
Lawrence

P.S Here is an example, enclosed, of Folk CUBOMANIA.

67885675 - tmeconverse

I am so pleased that you are already painting Mitzi and that you have bought some small canvases for painting over the holiday. As a result of your birthday I am writing poems again: here is one, an Additional Birthday Poem. Perhaps, though so many miles apart, our creative spells will co-incide in the next few days.

Otherwise than monuments
Which rescue shells from the inchoate sea
This anniversary is invisible
Like an hedonist's epitphany.

Blossom is flippant in the wind
Like a ramadryad's plumes
Rustled by the sun from mintes pastures
Like desire from unfurnished rooms.

Of every branch and grove, Spring makes
A rebus, secrets Sylvia
In the colour's perfect islands:
Sylvia's birth from the sea of April.

Have a pleasant Sunday with Mrs. Taft. For myself I am taking Olidre to The Browinng Version this evening & tomorrow she is taking me to the horse-show where I believe am to be exhibited to selected school friends.
(I have the Arthurian legend book here.)
I love you, dearest beauty. I adore you
Lawrence

68291578 - Traxgeo

I am so pleased that you are already painting Mitzi and that you are have bought some small canvases for painting over the holiday. As a result of your birthday, I am writing poems again. Here is one, an Additional Birthday Poem. Perhaps, though so many miles apart, our creative spells will coincide in the next few days.

Otherwise than monuments
which rescue bells from the uncouth sea
This anniversary is invisible
like a hedonist's epiphany.

Blossom is flippant in the mural
like a humadryad's plumes
Rustled by the sun from winter pastures
like desire from unfurnished rooms

Oh every branch and grove, spring makes
a nebui, secrets Sylvia
In the colour's perfect islands:
Sylvia's birth from the sea of April

Have a pleasant Sunday with Mrs Toft. For myself, I am taking Deidre to The Browning Version this evening and tomorrow she is taking me to a horse show where I believe I am to be exhibited to selected school friends.

(I have the Arthurian legend book here.)

Love you, dearest beauty. I adore you
Lawrence

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