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| cannibal king to the property horse, being, slumply and slopely, to | 1 | |
| remind us how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and | 2 | |
| Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every | 3 | |
| lad and lass in the lane knows. Hence. | 4 | |
| Polycarp pool, the pool of Innalavia, Saras the saft as, of | 5 | |
| meadewy marge, atween Deltas Piscium and Sagittariastrion, | 6 | |
| whereinn once we lave 'tis alve and vale, minnyhahing here from | 7 | |
| hiarwather, a poddlebridges in a passabed, the river of lives, the | 8 | |
| regenerations of the incarnations of the emanations of the appa- | 9 | |
| rentations of Funn and Nin in Cleethabala, the kongdomain of | 10 | |
| the Alieni, an accorsaired race, infester of Libnud Ocean, Moyla- | 11 | |
| more, let it be! Where Allbroggt Neandser tracking Viggynette | 12 | |
| Neeinsee gladsighted her Linfian Fall and a teamdiggingharrow | 13 | |
| turned the first sod. Sluce! Caughterect! Goodspeed the blow! | 14 | |
| (Incidentally 'tis believed that his harpened before Gage's Fane | 15 | |
| for it has to be over this booty spotch, though some hours to | 16 | |
| the wester, that ex-Colonel House's preterpost heiress is to re- | 17 | |
| turn unto the outstretcheds of Dweyr O'Michael's loinsprung | 18 | |
| the blunterbusted pikehead which his had hewn in hers, pro- | 19 | |
| longed laughter words). There an alomdree begins to green, | 20 | |
| soreen seen for loveseat, as we know that should she, for by | 21 | |
| essentience his law, so it make all. It is scainted to Vitalba. And | 22 | |
| her little white bloomkins, twittersky trimmed, are hobdoblins' | 23 | |
| hankypanks. Saxenslyke our anscessers thought so darely on | 24 | |
| now they're going soever to Anglesen, free of juties, dyrt chapes. | 25 | |
| There too a slab slobs, immermemorial, the only in all swamp. | 26 | |
| But so bare, so boulder, brag sagging such a brr bll bmm show | 27 | |
| that, of Barindens, the white alfred, it owed to have at leased | 28 | |
| some butchup's upperon. Homos Circas Elochlannensis! His | 29 | |
| showplace at Leeambye. Old Wommany Wyes. Pfif! But, while | 30 | |
| gleam with gloom swan here and there, this shame rock and that | 31 | |
| whispy planter tell Paudheen Steel-the-Poghue and his perty | 32 | |
| Molly Vardant, in goodbroomirish, arrah, this place is a proper | 33 | |
| and his feist a ferial for curdnal communial, so be who would | 34 | |
| celibrate the holy mystery upon or that the pirigrim from Mainy- | 35 | |
| lands beatend, the calmleaved hutcaged by that look whose glaum | 36 |
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