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- 65490839 - not-logged-in-c21c1b0e3b240ee8678e
- WINNER - 65511225 - njg
- 65513537 - Bambina41
- 65536948 - not-logged-in-acfa0c65d39a97984eb6
- 65580256 - tinavdmolen
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- 65655834 - samurai13
65490839 - not-logged-in-c21c1b0e3b240ee8678e
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia.
I am glad my poems please you, you have the rebus right as far as you go but there is another poem-a wintry one- without any riddles (the third line means the begonia):
Tonight we cannot sleep with the doors open
for wind will tear the pages of the books
impair the equilibrium of flowers
and shuttle icebergs down the lovers' spines
Inside the mountain guiltless Venusberg
lovers survive despite the distant sun
and for the winter we must love behind
the frosted panes of glass and undercover
'what a pity', says Betty, 'that I am not suitable for the portrait exhibition'. I think she is tired of only having me to admire her and wishes for your good opinion again.
The exhibition for John is finished and he likes it. Miss chick must read it and then we have to see Gabriel White about it in whom rests the LAST WORD. It took up a lot of my time early this week; Wednesday I had two lectures (the school one dull, Banstead successful) and Thursday I went to see Gainsborough. He wants me to do a regular fortnightly column covering the sale rooms. It will mean a constant two guinea cheque. I have also reviewed the town exhibiton for Gainsborough: he asked after you last time I saw him.
the LSE class, did I tell you? I can't remember, was a success and they want me to go again next term.
WINNER - 65511225 - njg
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
I am glad my poems please you. You have the rebus right
as far as you go but there is another word in it. Here
is another poem - a Wintry one - without any riddles (the
third lines means the begonia):
Tonight we cannot sleep with the doors open
For wind will tear the pages of the books
Impair the equilibrium of flowers
And shuttle icebergs down the lovers' spines
Inside the mountain guiltless Venusberg
Lovers survive despite the distant sun
And for the Winter we must love behind
The frosted panes of glass and undercover
'What a pity', says Hetty, 'that I am not suitable for
the portrait exhibition'. I think she is tired of only
having me to admire her and wishes for your good opin-
ion again.
The exhibition for John is finished and he likes it.
Miss Chick must read it and then we have to see Gabriel
White about it in whom rests the LAST WORD. It took
up a lot of my time early this week; Wednesday I had
two lectures (the school one dull, Banstead success-
ful) and Thursday I went to see Gainsborough. He wants
me to do a regular fortnightly column covering the
sale rooms. It will mean a constant two guinea
cheque. I have also reviewed the Towne exhibition
for Gainsborough: he asked after you last time I saw
him.
The LSE class, did I tell you? I can't remember, was a
success and they want me to go again next term.
65513537 - Bambina41
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
I am glad my poems please you. You have the rebus right as far as you go but there is another word in it. Here is another poem - a Wintry one- without any riddles (the third lines means the begonia):
Tonight we cannot sleep with the doors open
For wind will tear the pages off the books
Impair the equilibrium of flowers
And shuttle icebergs down the lovers' spine
Inside the mountain guiltless Venusberg
Lovers survive despite the distant sun
And for the Winter we must love behind
The frosted planes of glass and undercover
'What a pity', says Hetty, 'that I am not suitable for the portrait exhibition'. I think she is tired of only having me to admire her and wishes for your good opinion again.
The exhibition for John is finished and he likes it.
Miss Chick must read it and then we have to see Gabriel White about it in whom rests the LAST WORD. It took up a lot of my time early this week; Wednesday I had two lectures (the school one full, Banstead successful) and Thursday I went to see Gainsborough. He wants me to do a regular fortnightly column covering the sale rooms. it will mean a constant two guinea check. I have also reviewed the Town exhibition for Gainsborough: he asked after you last time I saw him.
The LSE class, did I tell you? I can't remember, was a success and they want me to go again next term.
65536948 - not-logged-in-acfa0c65d39a97984eb6
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia ,
I am glad my poems please you. You have the rebus right as far as you go but there is another word in it. Here is another poem - a winters one - without any riddles ( the third lines means the begonia ):
Tonight we cannot sleep with the doors open
For wind will tear the pages of the books
Impair the equilibrium of flowers
And shuttle icebergs down the lovers' spines
Inside the mountain guiltless venusberg
Lovers survive despite the distant sun
And for the winter we must love behind
The frosted panes of glass and undercover
'What a pity' , says Hetty, 'that I am not suitable for the portrait exhibition '. I think she is tired of only having me to admire her and wishes for you good opinion again.
The exhibition for John is finished and he likes it. Miss Chick must read it and then we have to see Gabriel White about it in whom rests the LAST WORD. It took up a lot of my time early this week; Wednesday I had two lectures ( the school one dull, Banstead successful). And Thursday I went to see Gainsborough. He wants me to do a regular fortnightly column covering the sales rooms. It will mean a constant two guinea cheque. I have also revised the towne exhibition for Gainsborough: he asked after you last time I saw him.
The LSE class, did I tell you? I can't remember, was a success and they want me to go again next term.
65580256 - tinavdmolen
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
I am glad my poems please you. You have the rebus right as far as you go but there is another word in it. Here is another poem - a Wintry one - without any riddles (the third lines means the begonia):
Tonight we cannot sleep with the doors open
For wind will tear the pages of the books
Impair the equilibrium of flowers
And shuttle icebergs down the lovers' spines
Inside the mountain guiltless Venusberg
Lovers survive despite the distant sun
And for the winter we must love behind
The frosted panes of glass and undercover
'What a pity', says Hetty, 'that I am not suitable for the portrait exhibition". I think she is tired of only having me to admire her and wishes for your good opinion again.
The exhibition for John is finished and he likes it. Miss Chic must read it and then we have to see Gabriel White about it in whom rests the LAST WORD. It took up a lot of my time early this week; Wednesday I had two lectures (the school one dull, Banstead successful) and Thursday I went to see Gainsbourough. He wants me to do a regular fortnightly coloumn covering the sale rooms. It will mean a constant two guinea cheque. I have also reviewed the Towne exhibition for Gainsborough: he asked after you last time I saw him.
Thhe LSE class, did I tell you? I can't remember, was a success and they want me to go again next term.
65621483 - not-logged-in-67a4e4f0f6455998b700
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
I am glad my poems please you. You have the rebus right as far as you go but there is another word in it. Here is another poem - a Wintry one - without any riddles (the third lines means the begonia):
Tonight we cannot sleep with the doors open
For wind will tear the pages of the books
Impair the equilibrium of flowers
And shuttle icebergs down the lovers' spines
Inside the mountain guiltless Venusberg
Lovers survive despite the distant sun
And for the Winter we must love behind
The frosted panes of glass and undercover
'What a pity', says Hetty, 'that I am not suitable for the portrait exhibition'. I think she is tired of only having me to admire her and wishes for your good opinion again.
The exhibition for John is finished and he likes it. Miss Chick must read it and then we have to see Gabriel White about it in whom rests the LAST WORD. It took up a lot of my time early this week; Wednesday I had two lectures (the school one dull, Banstead successful) and Thursday I went to see Gainsborough. He wants me to do a regular fortnightly coloumn covering the sale rooms. Itt will mean a constant two guinea cheque. I have also reviewed the Towne exhibition for Gainsborough: he asked after you last time I saw him.
The LSE class, did I tell you? I can't remember, was a success and they want me to go again next term.
65655834 - samurai13
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
I am glad my poems please you. You have the rebus right as far as you go but there is another word in it. Here is another poem - a Wintry one - without any riddles (the third lines means the begonia):
Tonight we cannot sleep with the doors open
For wind will tear the pages of the books
Impair the equilibrium of flowers
And shuttle icebergs down the lovers' spires
Inside the mountain guiltless Venusberg
Lovers survive despite the distant sun
And for the Winter we must love behind
The frosted panes of glass and undercover
'What a pity', says Betty, 'that I am not suitable for the portrait exhibition'. I think she is tired of only having me to admire her and wishes for your good opinion again.
The exhibition for John is finished and he likes it. Miss Chick must read it and then we have to see Gabriel White about it in whom rests the lAST WORD. It took up a lot of my time early this week; Wednesday I had two lectures (the school one dull, Banstead successful) and Thursday I went to see Gainsborough. He wants me to do a regular fortnightly column covering the sale rooms. It will mean a constant to guinea cheque. I have also reviewed the Towne exhibition for Gainsborough: he asked after you last time I saw him.
The LSE class, did I tell you? I can't remember, was a success and they want me to go again next term.