INDEX

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