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| of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with | 1 | |
| sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum- | 2 | |
| cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the | 3 | |
| all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation, | 4 | |
| all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti- | 5 | |
| cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our | 6 | |
| Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz- | 7 | |
| ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo- | 8 | |
| menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as | 9 | |
| herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs. | 10 | |
| Of cause, so! And in effect, as? | 11 | |
| Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add | 12 | |
| majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything | 13 | |
| these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly | 14 | |
| pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time. | 15 | |
| Mucksrats which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to | 16 | |
| know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards | 17 | |
| at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be | 18 | |
| first born like he was with a twohangled warpon and it was | 19 | |
| between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top | 20 | |
| of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we think of him looking | 21 | |
| at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. When he woke up in a | 22 | |
| sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks, me having an | 23 | |
| airth, but he daydreamsed we had a lovelyt face for a pulltomine. | 24 | |
| Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last, | 25 | |
| on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never put a dramn | 26 | |
| in the swags but milk from a national cowse. That was the prick | 27 | |
| of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers | 28 | |
| in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head, | 29 | |
| whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws, namely, and their | 30 | |
| bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thinthin thin- | 31 | |
| thin. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commend- | 32 | |
| mant to shall not bare full sweetness against a nighboor's wiles. | 33 | |
| What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, (the | 34 | |
| lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest | 35 | |
| can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses | 36 |
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