This is dangerous; it should not be left near children
iceberg
Hold it up to the light
Like a crow fallen down a chimney
In a boat without oars
A bud
Rise bird, hop branch to branch and reach the sky
ONION
it is a cold, fatty, evening
The barrows are here, the nets, but the men are gone
I have seen it, over and over and over and over
I look from the train. Two boys play football in a muddy field
What if this road never ended?
I would like to be milk
He dropped in darkness from the moving, clanking train
Problems with Fish
I have a low fire
Wild Geese flying low, smoke curling
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