What unknown slippered thing of x i...

What unknown slippered thing of x is thou a dirty engine shooting gone out the star a decoy aurora'd in fig I myself in plain muscle and fat answer
the soul's a fine thing les than feathers released to glitter in no-light night
a petticoat of sand the mind's a hinge a roughly chestnut arsenal a little coachman's seat of nothing an incidental rose
The day I herd
in a driving rain from realism to impressionism
a moving hillside witlinged the town
what does it take to make a happy ant?