INDEX

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