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| loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori coricome | 1 | |
| huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came | 2 | |
| safe through. Enough of that homer corner! And old mutther- | 3 | |
| goosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's | 4 | |
| something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty | 5 | |
| went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door | 6 | |
| always open. For a newera's day. Much as your own is. You | 7 | |
| invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and | 8 | |
| everything. Remember to take off your white hat, ech? When | 9 | |
| we come in the presence. And say hoothoothoo, ithmuthisthy! | 10 | |
| His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast kertssey too. If | 11 | |
| the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow | 12 | |
| tow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place | 13 | |
| be! Saying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise, | 14 | |
| plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first | 15 | |
| cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom | 16 | |
| Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And | 17 | |
| I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the | 18 | |
| castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is | 19 | |
| anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know | 20 | |
| our way from there surely. Flura's way. Where once we led so | 21 | |
| many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaugh- | 22 | |
| nessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburg- | 23 | |
| ghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit | 24 | |
| us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm uncon- | 25 | |
| sciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there | 26 | |
| Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning | 27 | |
| is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls | 28 | |
| alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're | 29 | |
| wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for | 30 | |
| be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a | 31 | |
| prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsnolleges I pecked | 32 | |
| up me meself. Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest | 33 | |
| crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an an, heth hith ences. | 34 | |
| But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map. | 35 | |
| Rased on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his | 36 |
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