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10 maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one… and maggie discovered a shell that… so sweetly she couldn’t remember h…
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
of this wilting wall the colour dr… souring sunbeams,of a foetal fragr… to rickety unclosed blinds inslant… peregrinate,a cigar-stub disintegrates,above,underdrawers c…
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
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…
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarri… the quartzlike face. his right sla… the amusing big vital vicious
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquo… prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer “… quote citizens unquote might other…
I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance