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Onions And Peppermints – Turn And Turn About

Figments Of The Id

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Choon The Piano

A Ravanastron Hung, On The Wall, From A Nail, Like A Plover

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Simple Games That Time Plays With Space

This Hairbreadth Departure

A Little Plated Trowel

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A Pillow Of Old Words, For A Head

A Little Off The Hooks

A Picture Hanging On The Wall, From A Nail

The Circle Sailed Steadfast In Its White Skies, With Its Patient Breach Forever Below

Like The Centuries That Fall, From The Pod Of Eternity

Tenth-Rate Xenium

A Fragment Of Rigmarole Reread

This Long Chain Of Consistence

The Three Frogs

The Theatre Of A Similar Conglutination

Floccillating His Hard Hat

Red, Bluer, Yellowist

In Our Windowlessness, In Our Bloodheat, In Our Hush

Through This Jocose This Sniggering Muck

Peers In Peace

Except In Moments Of Delirium, Or During The Service Of The Mass

The Sun, So Long Obnubilated

The Mathematical Intuition Of The Visicelts

Two By Two The Eyes Put Forth Their Curious Beams

An Occasional Raucous Sally

The Issuing Smokes Mingled To Vanish

The Grey Air Aswirl With Vain Entelechies

In His Skull The Voices Whispering Their Canon Were Like A Patter Of Mice

Watt Was An Old Rose Now, And Indifferent To The Gardener

Threne