INDEX

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