INDEX

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