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BigV · 08-30-2006, 04:14 PM

Seventeen months of foreign skies and trees, foreign scents and sounds and waters.

His first kiss on Clare's cold but glowing cheek had given him slight delirium. The General nervously turned and re-turned The Times and kept taking out his watch.

Things always sound so when you talk about them. Aunt Em is extraordinarily kind, and I'm not going to abuse her kindness.

A he-goat, I think, so as not to be milked.

Telling the Home Secretary that Hubert was speaking the truth.

And, in the second place, why mention the particular when the general would serve? On board ship, murmured her Aunt dubiously. However, I think youre splendid to want to be independent.

They had always been canvassed, and they always would be. Young Croom ordered the three-course dinner and ate it to the last crumb.

I must go back now, but I'll hope to see you again very soon.

And Clare drooped her lids, spying through her lashes: No!

We must get this election over first, though.

The whole of Clare was in that simple action. Clare,still emotional from the meeting with her mother; was grateful for his reticence.

Turning the car into the stable yard, she was thinking Poor boy!

And, in the second place, why mention the particular when the general would serve? Having kissed her father and Clare, she turned out the lights and waited in the hall.

When they were gone, Clare went back to the sofa and seemed to fall asleep.

Newspapers and politicians had done their work and stamped the moment for her as a turning point. No, thought young Croom, but I know Stapylton. Aunt Em, looking at the portable, said: Coax it, Dinny. Would the voice breathe oer Eden, or would it be the striking of Fate's clock?

I wish, thought Dinny, I had her coolness.

Unless the socialists are routed horse-breeders will have to turn their stock into potted meat. And Clare drooped her lids, spying through her lashes: No! I suppose he'll do something, but I don't know what, and I don't care. The lowin' kine, said Lady Mont irrelevantly.

Where I went canvassing in the town they were all Liberals.

Dinny, said Lady Mont, from among the dahlias, about Clare?

08-30-2006, 04:14 PM	#44
BigV Goon Squad Leader Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Seattle Posts: 27,063	More robot poetry -- What about Clare? Seventeen months of foreign skies and trees, foreign scents and sounds and waters. His first kiss on Clare's cold but glowing cheek had given him slight delirium. The General nervously turned and re-turned The Times and kept taking out his watch. Things always sound so when you talk about them. Aunt Em is extraordinarily kind, and I'm not going to abuse her kindness. A he-goat, I think, so as not to be milked. Telling the Home Secretary that Hubert was speaking the truth. And, in the second place, why mention the particular when the general would serve? On board ship, murmured her Aunt dubiously. However, I think youre splendid to want to be independent. They had always been canvassed, and they always would be. Young Croom ordered the three-course dinner and ate it to the last crumb. I must go back now, but I'll hope to see you again very soon. And Clare drooped her lids, spying through her lashes: No! We must get this election over first, though. The whole of Clare was in that simple action. Clare,still emotional from the meeting with her mother; was grateful for his reticence. Turning the car into the stable yard, she was thinking Poor boy! And, in the second place, why mention the particular when the general would serve? Having kissed her father and Clare, she turned out the lights and waited in the hall. When they were gone, Clare went back to the sofa and seemed to fall asleep. Newspapers and politicians had done their work and stamped the moment for her as a turning point. No, thought young Croom, but I know Stapylton. Aunt Em, looking at the portable, said: Coax it, Dinny. Would the voice breathe oer Eden, or would it be the striking of Fate's clock? I wish, thought Dinny, I had her coolness. Unless the socialists are routed horse-breeders will have to turn their stock into potted meat. And Clare drooped her lids, spying through her lashes: No! I suppose he'll do something, but I don't know what, and I don't care. The lowin' kine, said Lady Mont irrelevantly. Where I went canvassing in the town they were all Liberals. Dinny, said Lady Mont, from among the dahlias, about Clare? __________________ Be Just and Fear Not.