Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people

My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun

The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done

You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole

My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride

In the great snowfall before the b… colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow for contemp… along this road I worked the print shop

I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—

Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:

Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:

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.

Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in

My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe