written in brown ink on cream paper, twenty lines of poetry in which Stuart writes 'Circles a white with tension, A blue coldly looks away, No black here to mention, The love of another day, But theres a passing fancy
A peach of endless brown, If a dancing little pansy/Comes, and make me frown, But you flew down to kiss my lips, And suck the fruits of love, And buzz around and sup your sips, And surround my heart with love.'