INDEX

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trouble with false hearted lovers
The old woman had a cocky air
families with low incomes are buying
another nicely behaved snake
place a tea wagon at one end of the earth
In times like these, perform the can-can
cold and cruel newspaper reports
artists all over the world
the dead man sat alone in the library
a solid-hearted lettuce has a trifling mind
Are you gilt furniture in the slanting sunlight?
I don't want to go into the details
Start by using a crumpled paper towel
women should never wear chopped ham or blotted paper
The young grey squirrel
I'm thinking of the man
Let us construct a typical London at noon
Br-r-r-r, it's cold outside-
hearing the devil
a sensible girl witnessing the integration of the bride
the close-packed clouds play the guitar
the mist-enveloped landscape
smooth and important
I Try to conceal my tender gifts
the humble noble apple
fly over the lawn at dusk.
the King of their city was a ghool;
long-dead She rose
Pretend you lived before
run, jump, you are approaching a divinity.
Tired of working in the kitchen?
remember a pleasant materialistic painter.
in a world
I used to go and comb the mountains
an isolated queen woke up
Why not Make a large, flat, decorative wall map?
The problem of the day-by-day fondue hostess
mother is very proud of her large stone intellect
good luck London
make an experiment
For Heaven's Sake
What's the idea this time?
we went to the country
call a spade an immense chandelier children
after sundown
Another jerk dictates the gin-sodden gabble of the town
across the city for a day and a night
A hat should give you a feeling
deeply constant are the feelings In the little cup
no actual tabletop cooking is involved
I should like to show you
You have turmoils
my money has a firm handshake
refine your picture-gallery
black stone, NOTES black gloves
you are in an orchard, Some time after midnight
sleep off the brandy, speak the truth
Here we go
From off your table take the right sort of books
cut up potatoes for soup
This is a tremendous screaming opportunity
I would like to thank Van Gogh for the tap on the nut
be shy of the coffee
you ask me why I'm depressed!
A gondola rowed by a lone ghost
make one little pile of haunting sadness
how was one to get used to SCHOOL?
There's nothing like four rather vain attics
If you have a big fat turkey cock
poetry can be produced in a dark cupboard
gentian-spangled sugar and shaky experience
dreaming of the golden days darling.
self-consciously picturesque
You will need a watery sun.
He laid his damp palm on the frozen face of nature
in the dooming times of retreat
Blend the entire sky with feelings of anger and sadness
look Think of a number
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