I have eaten the plums
There is a garden at the heart of things
She walks in beauty, like the night
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore
Death did not come to my mother like an old friend
Will you walk a little faster?
So I took her to the river
Come lovely and soothing death
They arranged things so they never met.
Dirty little coaster
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
He always tucked his daughter up at night
Up! Up! And quit your books!
My lover has bad manners when in bed
He was a deaf-mute beggar with a black beetle body
Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough
The bars are only available in a kit
Did you ever see a goat so big?
A clown and ragged dandy
Porthcawl
We heard his musical gurgle approaching
Sacré Bleu!
This is a strange music
Dealing, administration and clearing, as appropriate
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