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