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69125766 - jesseytucker
69247986 - Preacher357
WINNER - 69609246 - JanetCormack
70676420 - Sydilla
71439323 - ChaoticK
71473299 - Scarymum

69125766 - jesseytucker

TELEPHONE KIOSK

In folk and habits of the town
the wires cunt grass and if there's fruit
it is pillowed, already picked.

The alphabet-phoenix in my fish
turns in the glass sarcophagus.
What I said I'll say to live
and listen the way it travels
after it comes out of my mouth,
any point between south and south.
...

I am finding the Allen Tate book (The Fathers) I mentioned rather heavy
going. I have just had soe coffee (eleven o'clock) and
read a little of it: I may not finish it, I think.

My doubts about the weather have been settled, since begin-
nigh this letter. Although the sun is out again now there
has been a sudden downpour absolutely drenching. Indoors.

I met Bill Bratt the other evening and had him back for cof-
fee and he admired your watercolor of me next door very much
indeed.

The other day instead of coming back hoe by train I came back by
river bus, it being a fine afternoon and my work in town
over for the day. The journey is very nice, except for
some smells and for the captain's commentary (which does
not let up for a minute). It takes 45 minutes to reach
Greenwich from Charing Cross. The commentary would stop
me making a regular thing of it. It is 2s. single fare.

I have not seen Johnson in ages but he has invited me to
lunch next Tuesday, so I shall certainly go. He has given
me some school lectures, I am glad to say.

One evening this week I am meeting Alan Carter again. I
have not done anything more to the synopsis: Perhaps this
evening I shall get something down, as a change from the
lectures.

I love you so much. Are you at church at this time on
Sunday morning? I think of you so often, so long. Do
you sleep in the right of your big bed as usual? I think
of you at night as in the day. I do love and adore you,
my beauty, my rose.

69247986 - Preacher357

TELEPHONE KIOSK

In folk and habits of the town
the wires count grass and if there's fruit
it's pillowed, already picked.

The alphabet-phoenix in my fish
turns in the glass sarcohagus.
What I said I'll say to live
and listen the way it travels
after it comes out of my mouth,
any point between south and south.
...

I am finding the Allen Tate book (The Fathers) I mentioned rather heavy
going. I have just had some coffee (eleven o'clock) and
read a little of it: I may not finish it, I think.

My doubts about the weather have been settled, since begin-
ning this letter. Although the sun is out again now there
has been a sudden downpour, absolutely drenching. Indoors.

I met Bill Bratt the other evening and had him back for cof-
fee and he admired your watercolor of me next door very much
indeed.

The other day instead of coming back home by train I came back by
river bus, it being a fine afternoon and my work in town
over for the day. The journey is very nice, except for
some smeels and for the captain's commentary (which does
not let up for a minute). It takes 45 minutes to reach
Greenwich from Charing Cross. The commentary would stop
me making a regular thing of it. It is 2s. single fare.

I have not see Johnson in ages but he has invited me to
lunch next Tuesday, so I shall certainly go. He has given
me some school lectures, I am glad to say.

One evening this week I am meeting Alan Carter again. I
have not done anything more to the synopsis: Perhaps this
evening I shall get something down, as a change from the
lecturees.

I love you so much. Are you at church this time on
Sunday morning? I think of you so often, so long. Do
you sleep on the right of your big bed as usual? I think
of you at night as in the day. I do love and adore you,
my beauty, my rose.
I adore you
Lawrence

WINNER - 69609246 - JanetCormack

TELEPHONE KIOSK

In folk and habits of the town
the wires count grass and if there's fruit
it's pillowed already picked.

The alphabet -phoenix in my fish
turns in the glass sarcophagus
What I said I'll say to live
and listen the way it travels
after it comes out of my mouth,
any point between south and south.
...
I am finding the Allen Tate book (The Fathers) I mentioned rather heavy going. I have just had some coffee (eleven o'clock) and read a little of it: I may not finish it, I think.
My doubts about the weather have been settled, since beginning this letter. Although the sun is out again now there has been a sudden downpour, absolutely drenching. Indoors.
I met Bill Bratt the other evening and had him back for coffee and he admired your watercolour of me next door very much indeed.
The other day instead of coming back home by train I came back by river bus, it being a fine afternoon and my work in town over for the day. The journey is very nice, except for some smells and for the captain's commentary (which does not let up for a minute). It takes 45 minutes to reach Greenwich from Charing Cross. The commentary would stop me making a regular thing of it. It is 2s. single fare.
I have not seen Johnson in ages but he has invited me to lunch next Tuesday, so I shall certainly go. He has given me some school lectures, I am glad to say.
One evening this week I am meeting Alan Carter again. I have not done anything more to the synopsis: perhaps this evening I will get something down, as a change from the lectures.
I love you so much. Are you at church at this time on Sunday morning? I think of you so often, so long. Do you sleep on the right of your big bed as usual? I think of you at night as in the day. I do love and adore you, my beauty, my rose.
I adore you
Lawrence

70676420 - Sydilla

TELEPHONE KIOSK

In folk and habits of the town
the wires count grass and if there's fruit
it's pillowed, already picked.

The alphabet-phoenix in my fish
turns in the glass sarcophagus.
What I said I'll say to live
and listen the way it travels
after it comes out of my mouth,
and point between south and south.
...

I am finding the Allen Tate book (The Fathers) I mentioned rather heavy going. I have just had some coffee (eleven o'clock) and read a little of it: I may not finish it, I think.

My doubts about the weather have been settled, since beginning this letter. Although the sun is out again now there has been a sudden downpour, absolutely drenching. Indoors.

I met Bill Bratt the other evening and had him back for coffee and he admired your watercolor of me next door very much indeed.

The other day instead of coming back home by train I came back by river bus, it being a fine afternoon and my work in town over for the day. The journey is very nice, except for some smells and for the captain's commentary (which does not let up for a minute). It takes 45 minutes to reach Greenwich from Charing Cross. The commentary would stop me making a regular thing of it. It is 2s. single fare.

I have not seen Johnson in ages but he has invited me to lunch next Tuesday, so I shall certainly go. He has given me some school lectures, I am glad to say.

One evening this week I am meeting Alan Carter again. I have not done anything more to the synopsis: Perhaps this evening I shall get something down, as a change from the lectures.

I love you so much. Are you at church at this time on Sunday Morning? I think of you so often, so long. Do you sleep on the right of your big bed as usual? I think of you at night as in the day. I do love and adore you, my beauty, my rose.

71439323 - ChaoticK

TELEPHONE KIOSK
In folk and habits of the town
the wires count grass and if there's fruit
it's pillowed, already picked.

The alphabet-phoenix in my fish
turns in the glass sarcophagus.
What I said I'll say to live
and listen the way it travels after it comes out of my mouth,
any point between south and south.
...
I am finding the Allen Tate book (The Father) I mentioned rather heavy going. I have just had some coffee (eleven o'clock) and read a little of it: I may not finish it, I think.

My doubts about the weather have been settled, since begin-ning this letter. Although the sun is out again now there has been a sudden downpour, absolutely drenching. Indoors.

I met Bill Bratt the other evening and had him back for cof-fee and he admired your watercolor of me next door very much indeed.

The other day instead of coming back home by train I cam back by river bus, it being a fine afternoon and my work in town over for the day. The journey is very nice, except for some smells and for the captain's commentary (which does not let up for a minute). It takes 45 minutes to reach Greenwich from Charing Cross. The commentary would stop me making a regular thing of it. It is 2s. single fare.

I have not seen Johnson in ages but he has invited me to lunch next Tuesday. so I shall certainly go. He has given me some school lectures, I am glad to say.

One evening this week I am meeting Alan Carter again. I have not done anything more to the synopsis: perhaps this evening I shall get something down, as a change from the lectures.

I love you so much. Are you at church at this time on Sunday morning? I think of you so often, so long. Do you sleep on the right of your big bed as usual? I think of you at night as in the day. I do love and adore you, my beauty, my rose.

I adore you
Lawrence

71473299 - Scarymum

In folk and habits of the town
the wires count grass and if there's fruit
it's pillowed, already picked.

The alphabet-phoenix in my fish
turns in the glass sarcophagus.
What i said I'll say to live
and listen the way it travels
after it comes out of my mouth
any point between south and south.
...

I am finding the Allen Tate book (The Fathers) I mentioned rather heavy going. I have just had some coffee (eleven o'clock) and read a little of it: I may not finish it, I think.

My doubts about the weather have been settled, since beginning this letter. Although the sin is out again now there has been a sudden downpour, absolutely drenching. Indoors.

I met Bill Bratt the other evening and had him back for coffee and he admired your watercolor of me next door very much indeed.

The other day instead of coming back home by train I came back by river bus, it being a fine afternoon and my work in town over for the day. The journey is very nice, except for some smells and for the captain's commentary (which does not let up for a minute). It takes 45 minutes to reach Greenwich from Charing Cross. the commentary would stop me making a regular thing of it. It is 2s. single fare.

I have not seen Johnson in ages but he has invited me to lunch next Tuesday, so I shall certainly go. He has given me some school lectures, I am gladd to say.

One evening this week I am meeting Alan Carter again. I have not done anything more to the synopsis: perhaps this evening I shall get something down, as a change from the lectures.

I love you so much. Are you at church at this time on Sunday morning? I think of you so often, so long. Do you sleep on the right of your big bed as usual? I think of you at night as in the day. I do love and adore you, my beauty, my rose.

adore you
Lawrence

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