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reized spudfully from the murphyplantz Hawkinsonia and berri-
berries from the pletoras of the Irish shou. I heard my liberti-
lands making free through their curraghcoombs, my trueblues
hurusalaming before Wailingtone's Wall: I richmounded the
rainelag in my bathtub of roundwood and conveyed it with
cheers and cables, roaring mighty shouts, through my longer-
tubes of elm: out of fundness for the outozone I carried them
amd curried them in my Putzemdown cars to my Kommeandine
hotels: I made sprouts fontaneously from Philuppe Sobriety in
the coupe that's cheyned for noon inebriates: when they weaned
weary of that bibbing I made infusion more infused: sowerpacers
of the vinegarth, obtemperate unto me! When you think me in
my coppeecuffs look in ware would you meckamockame, as you
pay in caabman's sheltar tot the ites like you corss the tees.
Wherefore watch ye well! For, while I oplooked the first of
Janus's straight, I downsaw the last of Christmas steps: syndic
podestril and on the rates, I for indigent and intendente: in
Forum Foster I demosthrenated my folksfiendship, enmy pupuls
felt my burk was no worse than their brite: Sapphrageta and
Consciencia were undecidedly attached to me but the maugher
machrees and the auntieparthenopes my schwalby words with
litted spongelets set their soakye pokeys and botchbons afume:
Fletcher-Flemmings, elisaboth, how interquackeringly they ro-
gated me, their golden one, I inhesitant made replique: Mesde-
memdes to leursieuresponsor: and who in hillsaide, don't you
let flyfire till you see their whites of the bunkers' eyes! Mr An-
swers: Brimgem young, bringem young, bringem young!: in
my bethel of Solyman's I accouched their rotundaties and I turn-
keyed most insultantly over raped lutetias in the lock: I gave bax
of biscums to the jacobeaters and pottage bakes to the esausted;
I dehlivered them with freakandesias by the constant droppings
from my smalls instalmonths while I titfortotalled up their
farinadays for them on my slataper's slate with my chandner's
chauk: I jaunted on my jingelbrett rapt in neckloth and sashes,
and I beggered about the amnibushes like belly in a bowle. In
the humanity of my heart I sent out heyweywomen to refresh