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  1. WINNER - 69163400 - RommelC
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WINNER - 69163400 - RommelC

13th July Blackheath [1952?]

Dearest Sylvia

Here is the Brighton poem I meant to give you when you were here:

Open like shells upon the sand
The Crescents face the sea:
Here one can walk, aware of space
And history.

The history I look for
In street & square & park
Is of my love, and every house
Supports a plaque.

Perhaps you walked through Adelaide
On Regency Square
About this time as, on the front, laid
In a deck-chair.

The sails upon the sea are like
Scissors cutting through a dress.
How often did you count the spires
Of The Chinese house?

Here love provides a Baedeker
To your town my Dear.


70404115 - maid71

13th July Blackheath [1952?]

Dearest Sylvia

Here is the Brighton poem I meant to give you when you were here:

Open like shells upon the sand
The Crescents face the sea:
Here one can walk, aware of space
And history.

The history I look for
In street and square and park
Is of my love, and every house
Supports a plaque

Perhaps you walked through Adelaide
On Regency Square
About this time or , on the front, laid
In a deck-chair

The sails upon the sea are like
Scissors cutting through a dress.
How often did you count the spires
of the Chinese house?

Here one provides a Baedeker
To your town my Dear.

70775533 - the3esses

13th July Blackheath (1952?)
Dearest Sylvia
Here is the Brighton poem I meant to give you when you were her.

Open like shells upon the sand
The crescents face the sea:
Here one can walk, aware of space
And history.

The history I look for
In street & square & park
Is of my love, and every house
Supports a plaque.

Perhaps you walked through Adelaide
On Regency Square
About this time or, on the front, laid
In a deck-chair

The sails upon the sea are like
Scissors cutting through a dress.
How often did you count the spires
of The Chinese house?

Here love provides a Baedelies
To your town my Dear.

71087923 - Eboo

13th July Blackheath
Dearest Sylvia
Here is the Brighton poem I meant to give you when you were here:
Open like shells upon the sand
The crescents face the sea:
Here one can walk, aware of space
And history
The history I look for
In street square park
Is of my love, and every house
Supports a plaque
Perhaps you walked through Adelaide
on Regency Square
About his time or, on the front, laid
in a deck-chair
The sails upon the sea are like
Scissors cutting through a dress
How often did you count the spires
of the Chinese house
Here love provides a Baedekes
To your town my dear

71089587 - Zooniverse2017

13TH July Blackheath [1952?]

Dearest Sylvia
Here is the Brighton poem I meant to give
you when you were here:

Open like shells upon the sand
The crescents face the sea:
Here one can walk, aware of space
And history.

The history is look for
In street & square & park
Is of my love, and every house
Supports a plague.

Perhaps you walked through Adelaide
On Regency Square
About this time or, on the front, laid
In a deck-chair

The sails upon the sea are like
Scissors cutting through a dress.
How often did you count the spires
Of The Chinese house?

Here love provides a Baedeker
To your town my Dear.

71271302 - akoconnor

13th July Blackheath [1952?]

Dearest Sylvia,
Here is the Brighton poem I meant to give
you when you were here:
Open like shells upon the sand
The crescents face the sea:
Here one can walk, aware of space
And history.

The history I look for
In street square spark
Is of my love, and every house
supports a plaque

Perhaps you walked through Adelaide
On Regency Square
About this line or, on the front, laid
In a deck-chair

The sails upon the sea are like
Scissors cutting through a dress.
How often did you count the spires
Of the Chinese house?

Here lone provides a Baldelies
To your town, my Dear.

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