INDEX

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