INDEX

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