INDEX

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