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his cornerwall melking mark so murry, the queen was steep in
armbour feeling fain and furry, the mayds was midst the haw-
thorns shoeing up their hose, out pimps the back guards (pomp!)
and pump gun they goes; to all his foretellers he reared a stone
and for all his comethers he planted a tree; forty acres, sixty miles,
white stripe, red stripe, washes his fleet in annacrwatter; whou
missed a porter so whot shall he do for he wanted to sit for
Pimploco but they've caught him to stand for Sue?; Dutchlord,
Dutchlord, overawes us; Headmound, king and martyr, dunstung
in the Yeast, Pitre-le-Pore-in Petrin, Barth-the-Grete-by-the-
Exchange; he hestens towards dames troth and wedding hand
like the prince of Orange and Nassau while he has trinity left
behind him like Bowlbeggar Bill-the-Bustonly; brow of a hazel-
wood, pool in the dark; changes blowicks into bullocks and a
well of Artesia into a bird of Arabia; the handwriting on his
facewall, the cryptoconchoidsiphonostomata in his exprussians;
his birthspot lies beyond the herospont and his burialplot in the
pleasant little field; is the yldist kiosk on the pleninsula and the
unguest hostel in Saint Scholarland; walked many hundreds and
many score miles of streets and lit thousands in one nightlights
in hectares of windows; his great wide cloak lies on fifteen acres
and his little white horse decks by dozens our doors; O sorrow
the sail and woe the rudder that were set for Mairie Quai!; his
suns the huns, his dartars the tartars, are plenty here today; who
repulsed from his burst the bombolts of Ostenton and falchioned
each flash downsaduck in the deep; apersonal problem, a loca-
tive enigma; upright one, vehicule of arcanisation in the field,
lying chap, floodsupplier of celiculation through ebblanes; a part
of the whole as a port for a whale; Dear Hewitt Castello, Equerry,
were daylighted with our outing and are looking backwards to
unearly summers, from Rhoda Dundrums; is above the seedfruit
level and outside the leguminiferous zone; when older links lock
older hearts then he'll resemble she; can be built with glue and
clippings, scrawled or voided on a buttress; the night express
sings his story, the song of sparrownotes on his stave of wires;
he crawls with lice, he swarms with saggarts; is as quiet as a