INDEX

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