#AmericanWriters
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …