INDEX

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