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- 65959083 - pleiades33
- 66071728 - Preacher357
- 66116677 - Emmaxangel1
- 66139102 - cookie1jo
- WINNER - 66229128 - Francie_T
- 66230046 - 2416837397
65959083 - pleiades33
BlackheathWednesday
Dearest Sylvia,
Last night I went to the AIA and the Committee meeting lasted for 2 and a half hours. I am going to another one tomorrow. I think this one will be shorter as a lecture by Ruhemann on cleaned pictures starts at eight. Am I not the lion of love, sitting on such committees for my cat. Forgive my former slackness...
This morning I have been working on Joyce, in bed, because I am tired. It progresses very slowly. I am turning into a slow-coach-erie.
Have you painted any Spring watercolours? Gay yellow daffodillies are out here, looking very pretty and fresh.
I have no slides for this evening but I hope the slices of Mrs Smith will make up for my omission. Would you were coming...
I love you so much. I think of you all the time, lovingly, sometimes fearfully, always adoringly. My sweet Minerva, how I hate the separation and complications attendant on our love. But - how I love you.
I am happy to be writing poems for you and about you again. There had been a dull patch which seems to be breaking as the Spring advances. How you inspire me to write.
When you wait beside the unicorn,
Symbol of touch, your fingers
Resting on the spiral horn,
I long to touch, my hand hungers.
When a mirror holds your face
I long to touch what you see,
And let my eyes in that place
Be fingers on your cheek and knee.
Sight and touch are not such enemies
As the unicorn and lion:
Lady, permit the unity
Of sight and touch in one design.
Oh, it is nearly two, and I am hungry. Lion must cook some blue antelope.
I love you - I adore you
Lawrence
66071728 - Preacher357
Blackheath WednesdayDearest Sylvia,
Last night I went to the AIA and the Committee meeting lasted
for 2 and a half hours. I am going to another one tomorrow. I
think this one will be shorter as a lecture by Ruhemann on clean-
ed pictures starts at eight. Am I not the lion of love sit-
ting on such committees for my cat. Forgive my former slack-
ness...
This morning I have been working on Joyce, in bed, because I
am tired. It progresses very slowly. I am turning into a
slow-coach-erie.
Have you painted any Spring watercolours? Gay yellow daffo-
dillies are not out here, looking very pretty and fresh.
I have no slides for this evening but I hope the slices of
Mrs Smith will make up for my ommission. Would you were com-
ing...
I love you so much. I think of you all the time, lovingly,
sometimes fearfully, always adoringly. My sweet Minerva, how
I hate the separation and complications attendant on our love.
But, how I love you.
I am happy to be writing poems for you and about you again.
There had been a dull patch which seems to be breaking as the
Spring advances. How you inspire me to write.
When you wait beside the unicorn,
Symbol of touch, your fingers
Resting on the spiral horn,
I long to touch, my had hungers.
When a mirror hold your face
I long to touch what you see,
And let my eyes in that place
by fingers on your cheek and knee.
Sight and touch are not such enemies
As the unicorn and lion:
Lady, permit the unity
Of sight and touch in one design.
Oh, it is nearly two, and I am hungry. Lion must cook some
blue antelope.
I love you, I adore you
Lawrence
66116677 - Emmaxangel1
BlackheathWednesday
Dearest Sylvia,
Last night I went to the AIA and the Committee meeting lasted for 2 and a half hours. I am going to another one tomorrow. I think this one will be shorter as a lecture by Ruhemann on cleaned pictures starts at eight. Am I not the lion of love, sitting on such committees for my cat. Forgive my former slackness...
This morning I have been working on Joyce, in bed, because I am tired. It progresses very slowly. I am turning into a slow-coach-erie.
Have you painted any spring watercolours? Gay yellow daffodillies are out here, looking very pretty and fresh.
I have no slides for this evening but I hope the slices of Mrs Smith will make up for my omission. Would you were coming...
I love you so much. I think of you all the time, lovingly sometimes fearfully, always adoringly. My sweet Minerva, how I hate the separation and complications attendant on our love But - how I love you.
I am happy to be writing poems for you and about you again. There had been a dull patch which seems to be breaking as the spring advances. How you inspire me to write.
When you wait beside the unicorn, symbol of touch, your fingers resting on the spiral horn, I long to touch , my hand hungers.
When a mirror holds your face I long to touch what you see, and let my eyes in that place
Be fingers on your cheek and knee.
Sigh and touch are not such enemies as the unicorn and lion: Lady, permit the unit of sight and touch in one design.
Oh, it is nearly two, and I am hungry. Lion must cook some blue antelope.
I love you - I adore you
Lawrence
66139102 - cookie1jo
BlackheathWednesday
Dearest Sylvia,
Last night I went to the AIA and the Committee meeting lasted for 2 and a half hours. I am going to another one tomorrow. I think this one will be shorter as a lecture by Ruhemann on clean-ed pictures starts at eight. Am I not the lion of love, sit-ting on such committees for my cat. Forgive my former slack-ness...
This morning I have been working on Joyce, in bed, because I am tired. It progresses very slowly. I am turning into a slow-coach-erie.
Have you painted any Spring watercolours? Gay yellow daffo-dillies are out here, looking very pretty and freshh.
I have no slides for this evening but i hope the slices of Mrs Smith will make up for my ommission. Would you were com-ing...
I love you so much. I think of you all the time, lovingly, sometimes fearfully, always adoringly. My sweet Minerva, how I hate the separation and complications attendant on our love. But - how I love you.
I am happy to be writing poems for you and about you again. There had been a dull patch which seems to be breaking as the Spring advances. How you inspire me to write.
When you wait beside the unicorn,
Symbol of touch, your fingers
Resting on the spiral horn,
I long to touch, my hang hungers.
When a mirror holds your face
I long to touch what you see,
And let my eyes in that place
By fingers on your cheek and knee.
Sight and touch are not such enemies
As the unicorn and lion:
Lady, permit the unity
Of sight and touch in one design.
Oh it is nearly two, and I am hungry. Lion must cook some blue antelope.
I love you - I adore you
Lawrence
WINNER - 66229128 - Francie_T
BlackheathWednesday
Dearest Sylvia,
Last night I went to the AIA and the Committee meeting lasted for 2 and a half hours.I am going to another one tomorrow. I think this one will be shorter as a lecture by Ruhemann on cleaned pictures starts at eight. Am I not the lion of love, sitting on such committees for my cat. Forgive my former slackness . . .
This morning I have been working on Joyce, in bed, because I am tired. It progresses very slowly. I am turning into a slow-coach-erie.
Have you painted any Spring watercolours? Gay yellow daffodillies are out here, looking very pretty and fresh.
I have no slides for this evening but I hope the slices of Mrs Smith will make up for my ommission. Would you were coming. . .
I love you so much. I think of you all the time, lovingly, sometimes fearfully, always adoringly. My sweet Minerva, how I hate the separation and complications attendant on our love. But - how I love you.
I am happy to be writing poems for you and about you again. There had been a dull patch which seems to be breaking as the Spring advances. How you inspire me to write.
When you wait beside the unicorn
Symbol of touch, your fingers
Resting on the spiral horn,
I long to touch, my hand hungers.
When a mirror holds your face
I long to touch what you see,
And let my eyes in that place
By fingers on your cheek and knee
Sight and touch are not such enemies
As the unicorn and lion :
Lady, permit the unity
Of sight and touch in one design.
Oh, it is nearly two, and I am hungry. Lion must cook some blue antelope.
I love you - I adore you
Lawerence
66230046 - 2416837397
Dearest Sylvia, Last night I went to the AIA and the Committee meeting lasted for 2 and a half hours. I am going to another one tomorrow. I think this one will be shorter as a lecture by the Ruhemann on cleaned pictures starts at eight. Am I not the lion of love, sitting on such committees for my cat. Forgive my former slackness... This morning I have been working on Joyce, in bed, because I am tired. It progresses very slowly. I am turning into a slow-coach-erie. Have you painted any Spring watercolours? Gay yellow daffodillies are out here, looking very pretty and fresh. I have no slides for this evening but I hope the slices of Mrs Smith will make up for my ommission. Would you were coming... I love you so much. I think of you all the time, lovingly, sometimes fearfully, always adoringly. My sweet Minerva, how I hate the separation and complications attendant on our love. But- how I love you. I am happy to be writing poems for you and about you again. There had been a dull patch which seems to be breaking as the Spring advances. How you inspire me to write. When you wait beside the unicorn, Symbol of touch, your fingers Resting on the spiral horn, I long to touch, my hand hungers. When a mirror holds your face I long to touch what you see, And let my eyes in that place By fingers on your cheek and knee. Sight and touch are not such enemies As the unicorn and lion: Lady, permit the unity Of sight and touch in one design. Oh, it is nearly two, and I am hungry. Lion must cook some blue antelope. I love you- I adore you. Lawrence