INDEX

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