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Quite! Enough! Photographs! For one day! Thank you!
It’s always better to make people think you have nothing at all
Reality was the ultimate bulldozer
Gone fishing
It was hot, with a gritty desert wind hard to breathe in
I was prepared for I didn’t know what
You are my face; I am you
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
And you have never before asked me where I was going when I left the house
Freedom was what they sought. Struggle was what they had lived through
For him the green of the field was a magic light
Life had moved on and left you behind floundering in its wake
Come here. I want to show you something
I just want to get out alive and breathing
Through the blast of the gun and the picking of his pocket he slept like a baby
Look out, womens. Here he come. Huh!
We felt afraid
She thought no poem she’d ever read had been so beautiful
None of that was the worst, though
I’m sure that was a gunshot
All that seemed long ago now
And on the pedestal these words appear
I want to see Africa!
Maybe we’ll go together, the three of us
He laughs then, a queer, sad laugh
You don’t ever have to say anything
We stayed strong for a very long time
I started putting tags up when I was about 9
I would read the streets as I went round the city
We might as well have a disco!
All is well
Her mind runs free
Gone fishing
Spent nearly twenty-four hours here, alone
It was a subtile message
I am accustomed by long habit to being in a chain of command
I shall make inquiries. It is strange.
Finally a horn sounded from the marshes
I beg your pardon?
I see incontrovertible signs of nakedness in her
For some reason, the background seems to have gone silent
He feels a great weight pressing down on his head
Do you really think it will go unnoticed?
At any rate, the Wheel has now turned again
You could not extract the Philosophic Mercury from gold
That? It is a hole in the wall, a niche, a dovecote
It was the sort of dilemma that might make a fellow anxious
He paid close attention to his appearance
I don’t want anything
Was she shaking like a leaf?

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