INDEX

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