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68756637 - nhsia
68822324 - Preacher357
69124921 - jesseytucker
69383376 - not-logged-in-a340cbfb370f269aca45
WINNER - 69581847 - Pandanglish
70786882 - Zooniverse2017

68756637 - nhsia

II

SMELL

Perfume eludes the morbid fingers
And half the day the night-scent lingers;:
Like the Augustan lap-dog
Or classic bird we are intent
On sensuous equivalents
That answer questions other sense beg:
Lovers who inhale the shuttered perfume
Are haunted, shadowed by the voiceless plume.

TASTE

In terms of feasting on the grass
Of a valley strewn with terms
I place the lovers with their mouths
Among the ripened pears and plums,
Wines made in their native south,
And, timeless, wheels of cheese:
Among the orchards and the plates
Food is fore-pleasure, and the bait.

ENVOY

Clouds shaped like perfume overheard,
Poets with a taste for colour-adjectives,
Roses like a woman to the touch,
The squared senses of lovers are so full.

CHRISTMASS 1949

68822324 - Preacher357

II

SMELL

Perfume eludes the morbid fingers
And half the day the night-scent lingers:
Like the Augustan lap-dog
Or classic bird we are intent
On sensucus equivalents
That answer questions other senses beg:
Lovers who inhale the shuttered perfume
Are haunted, shadowed by the voiceless plums.

TASTE

In terms of feasting on the grass
Of a valley strewn with terms
I place the lovers with their mouths
Among the ripened pears and plums,
Wines made in their native south,
And, timeless, wheels of cheese:
Among the orchards and the plates
Food is fore-pleasure, and the bait.

ENVOY

Clouds shaped like perfume overheard,
Poets with a taste for colour-adjectives,
Roses like a woman to the touch,
The squared senses of lovers are so full.

CHRISTMAS 1949

69124921 - jesseytucker

II

SMELL

Perfume eludes the morbid fingers
And half the day the night-scent lingers:
Like the Augustan lap-dog
Or classic bird we are intent
On sensuous equivalents
That answer questions other senses beg:
Lovers who inhale the shuttered perfume
Are haunted, shadowed by the voiceless plume.

TASTE

In terms of feasting on the grass
Of a valley strewn with terms
I place the lovers with their mouths
Among the ripened pears and plums,
Wines made in their native south,
And, timeless, wheels of cheese:
Among the orchards and the plates
Food is fore-pleasure, and the bait.

ENVOY

Clouds shaped like perfume overheard,
Poets with a taste for colour-adjectives,
Roses like a woman to the touch,
The suqared senses of lovers are so full.

CHRISTMAS 1949

69383376 - not-logged-in-a340cbfb370f269aca45

II
SMELL
Perfume eludes the morbid fingers
And half the day the night-scent lingers;
Like the Augustan lap-dog
Or classic bird we are intent
On sensuous equivalents
That answer questions other senses beg:
Lovers who inhale the shuttered perfume
Are haunted, shadowed by the voiceless plume.
TASTE
In terms of feasting on the grass
Of a valley strewn with terms
I place the lovers with their mouths
Among the ripened pears and plums,
Wines made in their native south,
And, timeless, wheels of cheese:
Among the orchards and the plates
Food is fore-pleasure, and the bait.
ENVOY
Clouds shaped like perfume overheard
Poets with a taste for colour-adjectives,
Roses like a woman to the touch,
The squared senses of lovers are so full.
CHRISTMASS 1949

WINNER - 69581847 - Pandanglish

II

SMELL

Perfume eludes the morbid fingers
And half the day the night-scent lingers;
Like the Augustan lap-dog
Or classic bird we are intent
On sensuous equivalents
That answer questions other senses beg:
Lovers who inhale the shuttered perfume
Are haunted, shadowed by the voiceless plume.

TASTE

In terms of feasting on the grass
Of a valley strewn with terms
I place the lovers with their mouths
Among the ripened pears and plums,
Wines made in their native south,
And, timeless, wheels of cheese:
Among the orchards and the plates
Food is fore-pleasure, and the bait.

ENVOY

Clouds shaped like perfume overheard,
Poets with a taste for colour-adjectives,
Roses like a woman to the touch,
The squared senses of lovers are so full.

CHRISTMAS 1949

70786882 - Zooniverse2017

II

SMELL

Perfume eludes the morbid fingers
And half the day the night-scent lingers:
Like the Augustan lap-dog
Or classic bird we are intent
On sensuous equivalents
That answer questions other senses beg:
Lovers who inhale the shuttered perfume
Are haunted, shadowed by the voiceless plume.

TASTE

In terms of feasting on the grass
Of a valley strewn with terms
I place the lovers with their mouths
Among the ripened pears and plums,
Wines made in their native south,
And, timeless, wheels of cheese:
Among the orchards and the plates
Food is fore-pleasure, and the bait.

ENVOY

Clouds shape like perfume overheard,
Poets with a taste for color-adjectives,
Roses like a woman to the touch,
The squared senses of lovers are so full.

CHRISTMAS 1949

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