INDEX

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