gri_2003_m_46_b05_f05_007
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- 68689804 - eileenmargaret
- WINNER - 68887126 - Chris5420
- 69331281 - not-logged-in-7b719505110a8a496b9a
- 70850563 - tmeconverse
- 71125837 - Preacher357
- 71820499 - JanetCormack
68689804 - eileenmargaret
(iv)the houses are covered
lamps glow warm in the afternoon
The roughened limits of the street
Bear of a file of Fridays
The slump the thud of snow
Falling from roofs, tinsel angels,
Peeling from trees.
of sunset
Cages the
It is always lighting my time
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WINNER - 68887126 - Chris5420
(iv)The houses are corroded
Lamps glow - warm the afternoon
The roughened limits of the street
Bear of a file of Fridays
The slump the thud of snow
Falling from roofs, tired angels,
Peeling from trees.
Diorama of sunset
Cages the whitish garden.
It is always lighting-up time.
Our hands are sailed by light.
69331281 - not-logged-in-7b719505110a8a496b9a
(iv)The houses are corroded
lamp glow-worm the afternoon
The roughenedlimits of the sheet
Bearof a file of Fridays
The slump the thud of snow
Falling from roofs, tired angels,
Peeling from trees
Diorama of sunset
Cages the whitish garden
It is always lighting up time
Our hands are sailed by light.
70850563 - tmeconverse
(iv)The houses are corroded
lamps glow - warm the afternoon
The roughened limits of the street
Bear of a file of Fridays
The slump the thud of snow
Falling from roofs, tired angels,
Peeling from trees.
Diorama of sunset
Cages the whitish garden.
It is always lighting-up time.
Our hands are sailed by light.
71125837 - Preacher357
(iv)The houses are corroded
Lamps glow - warm the afternoon
The roughened limits of the street
Bear of a file or Fridays
The slump the thud of snow
Falling from roofs, tired angels,
Peeling from trees.
Diorama of sunset
Cages the whitist garden.
It is always lighting - up time.
Our hands are soiled by light.
71820499 - JanetCormack
(iv)The houses are corroded
Lamps glow-worm the afternoon
The roughened limits of the street
Bear of a file for Friday
The slump the thud of snow
Falling from roofs, tired angels,
Peeling from trees.
Diorama of sunset
Cages the whitish garden.
It is awlays lighting-up time.
Our hands are sailed by light.