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A Little Called Pauline by Gertrude Stein | Poets.org
A Little Called Pauline
A little called anything shows shudders.
Come and say what prints all day. A whole few watermelon. There is no pope.
No cut in pennies and little dressing and choose wide
soles and little spats really little spices.
A little lace makes boils. This is not true.
Gracious of gracious and a stamp a blue green white
bow a blue green lean, lean on the top.
If it is absurd then it is leadish and nearly set in
where there is a tight head.
A peaceful life to arise her, noon and moon and
moon. A letter a cold sleeve a blanket a shaving
house and nearly the best and regular window.
Nearer in fairy sea, nearer and farther, show white
has lime in sight, show a stitch of ten. Count, count
more so that thicker and thicker is leaning.
I hope she has her cow. Bidding a wedding, widening
received treading, little leading mention nothing.
Cough out cough out in the leather and really feather
it is not for.
Please could, please could, jam it not plus more sit