INDEX

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