INDEX

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