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  1. WINNER - 71897112 - racjohn
  2. 72084825 - Preacher357
  3. 72279227 - Chris5420
  4. 72489469 - jesseytucker
  5. 72554467 - not-logged-in-ff70a112db1ea62bc2f0
  6. 72641467 - glt

WINNER - 71897112 - racjohn

Falling is something you do well
and why not, how can I hurt you?
Deafened as in a swimming pool,
fused fingers slob on mandolins.

Here is a poem to go with another one I wrote about the NEW
YEAR:

The coat hanger crucifies
the coat I've taken off to sit
in nothing in the room, the night
free in the window and next room.

The sacrifice is last year's skin
leaving me, the night's good thief,
free to join the deadest gods
pinned to the rocks of paradise.

What I shall do in latest skin
is what I did in the late day -
happy in the stolen light.

And, finally (though there are other less complete poems), a
poem simply delighting in a number of things:

The good-looking world, I take
that elegant one and all,
as winning numbers and touched cripples,
as a mobile of tomorrow's stars.

So theories of mirrors crack
and towers are plans not tall
I fall in dreams but waking stand, happy
that every phone's a cardinal's ring.

oh, tour of france of phenomena.

Although I regret that summer is ending, with this winter I shall
be earning more money I am sure and we shall be able to be to-
gether much more. Therefore I look forward to winter this year.

I love you, dearest Sylvia, love and adore you,
Lawrence

72084825 - Preacher357

Falling is something you do well
and why not, how can I hurt you?
Deafened as in a swimming pool,
fused fingers slob on mandeline.

Here is a poem to go with another one I wrote about the NEW
YEAR:

The coat hanger crucifices
the coat I've taken off to sit
in nothing in the room, the night
free in the window and next room.

The sacrifice is last year's skin
Leaving me, the night's good thief,
free to join the deadest gods
pinned to the rocks of paradise.

What I shall do in latest skin
is what I did in the late day -
happy in the stolen light.

And, finally (though there are other less complete poems), a
poem simply delighting in a number of things:

The goodlooking world, I take
that elegant one and all,
as winning numbers and touched cripples,
as a mobile of tomorrow's stars.

So theories of mirrors crack
and towers are plans not tall
I fall in dreams but waking stand, happy
that every phone's a cardinal's ring.

oh, tour of France of phenomema.

Although I regret that summer is ending, with this winter I shall
be earning more money I am sure and we shall be able to be to-
gether much more. Therefore I look forward to winter this year.

I love you, dearest Sylvia, love and adore you.
Lawrence

72279227 - Chris5420

Falling is something you do well
and why not, how can I hurt you?
Deafened as in a swimming pool,
fused fingers slob on mandolins.

Here is a poem to go with another one I wrote about the New Year:

The coat hanger crucifies
the coat I've taken off to sit
in nothing in the room, the night
free in the window and next room.

The sacrifice in last year's skin
leaving me, the night's good thief,
free to join the deadest gods
pinned to the rocks of paradise.

What shall I do in latest skin
is what I did in the late day -
happy in the srolen light.

And, finally (though there are other less complete poems), a poem simply delighting in the number of things:

The goodlooking world, I take
that elegant one and all,
as winning numbers and touched cripples,
as a mobile of tomorrow's stars.

So theories of mirrors crack
and towers are plans not tall
I fall in dreams but waking stand, happy
that every phone's cardinal's ring.

Oh, tour of france of phenomena.

Although I regret that summer is ending, with this winter I shall be earning more money I am sure and we shall be able to be to-gether much more. Therefore I look forward to winter this year.
I love you, dearest Sylvia, love and adore you
Lawrence

72489469 - jesseytucker

Falling is something you do well
and why not, how can I hurt you?
Deafened as in a swimming pool,
fused fingers slob on mandolins.
Here is a poem to go with another one I wrote about the NEW
YEAR:
The coat hanger crucifies
the coat I've taken off to sit
in nothing in the room, the night
free in the window and next room.
The sacrifice in last year's skin
leaving me, the night's good thief,
free to join the deadest gods
pinned to the rocks of paradise.
What I shall do in latest skin
is what I did in the late day--
happy in the stolen light.
And, finally (though there are other less complete poems), a
poem simply delighting in a number of things:
The goodlooking world, I take
that elegant one and all,
As winning numbers and touched cripples,
as a mobile of tomorrow's stars.
So theories of mirrors crack
and towers are plans not tall
I fall in dreams but waking stand, happy
that every phone's a cardinal's ring.
oh, tour of france of phenomena.
Although I regret that summer is ending, with this winter I shall
be earning more money I am sure and we shall be able to be to-
gether much more. Therefore I look forward to winter this year.
I love you, dearest Sylvia, love and adore you.
Lawrence

72554467 - not-logged-in-ff70a112db1ea62bc2f0

Falling is something you do well
and why not, how can I hurt you?
Deafened as in a swimming pool,
fused fingers slob on mandolins.

Here is a poem to go with another one I wrote about the NEW
YEAR:

The coat hanger crucifies
the coat I've taken off to sit
in nothing in the room, the night
free in the window and next room.

The sacrifice is last year's skin
leaving me, the night's good thief,
free to join the deadest gods
pinned to the rocks of paradise.

What I shall do in latest skin
is what I did in the late day -
happy in the stolen light.

And, finally (though there are other less complete poems), a
poem simply delighting in a number of things:

The good looking world, I take
that elegant one and all,
as winning numbers and touched cripples,
as a mobile of tomorrow's starts.

So theories of mirrors crack
and towers are plans not tall
I fall in dreams but waking stand, happy
that every phone's a cardinal's ring.

oh, tour of france of phenomena.

Although I regret that summer is ending with this winter I shall
be earning more money I am sure and we shall be able to be to-
gether much more. Therefore I look forward to winter this year.

I love you, dearest Sylvia, love and adore you

Lawrence

72641467 - glt

Falling is something you do well
and why not, how can I hurt you?
Deafened as in a swimming pool,
fused finders slob on mandolins.

Here is a poem to go with another one I wrote about the NEW YEAR:

The coat hanger crucifies
the coat I've taken off to sit
in nothing in the room, the night
free in the window and next room.

The sacrifice is last year's skin
leaving me, the night's good thief,
free to join the deadest gods
pinned to the rocks of paradise.

What I shall do in latest skin
is what I did in the late day -
happy in the stolen light.

And, finally (though there are other less complete poems), a poem simply delighting in a number of things:

The goodlooking world, I take
that elegant one and all,
as winning numbers and touched cripples,
as a mobile of tomorrow's stars.

So theories of mirrors crack
and towers are plans not tall
I fall in dreams but waking stand, happy
that every phone's a cardinal's ring.

oh, tour of france of phenomena.

Although I regret that summer is ending, with this winter I shall be earning more money I am sure and we shall be able to be together much more. Therefore I look forward to winter this year.

I love you, dearest Sylvia, love and adore you.
Lawrence.

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