INDEX

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