and what were roses.  Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight             but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…

hist      whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy

gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves,   every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…

i will be     M o ving in the Street of her     bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr…     lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i…             uddeni

If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight

but the other day i was passing a certain gate,   rain fell(as it will in spring)

r—p—o—p—h—e—s—s—a—g—r who a)s w(e loo)k upnowgath PPEGORHRASS

this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…

hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are

i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music

suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger

the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility

Who       threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,