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framed panuncular cumbottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen or-1
angeman in his violet indigonation, to the whole longth of the2
strongth of his bowman's bill. And he clopped his rude hand to3
his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to4
shut up shop, dappy. And the duppy shot the shutter clup (Per-5
rumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun!) And they all drank7
free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any8
girls under shurts. And that was the first peace of illiterative9
porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world. How kirssy the10
tiler made a sweet unclose to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore11
shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold12
her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep the peacewave13
and van Hoother was to git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness14
of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis.15
     O foenix culprit! Ex nickylow malo comes mickelmassed bo- 16
num. Hill, rill, ones in company, billeted, less be proud of. Breast17
high and bestride! Only for that these will not breathe upon18
Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness. Quar-19
ry silex, Homfrie Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees, Livia No-20
answa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would21
evesdrip, were it mous at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far22
ear. Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him23
all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow. She he she ho24
she ha to la. Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her! Impalpabunt,25
he abhears. The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him26
with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed27
and the wave of hawhawhawrd and the wave of neverheedthem-28
horseluggarsandlisteltomine. Landloughed by his neaghboormis-29
tress and perpetrified in his offsprung, sabes and suckers, the30
moaning pipers could tell him to his faceback, the louthly one31
whose loab we are devorers of, how butt for his hold halibutt, or32
her to her pudor puff, the lipalip one whose libe we drink at, how33
biff for her tiddywink of a windfall, our breed and washer givers,34
there would not be a holey spier on the town nor a vestal flout-35
ing in the dock, nay to make plein avowels, nor a yew nor an eye36

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