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The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.
Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk