INDEX

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