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[[TOC]] [[Page 9]] [[Page 11]] of the [[Lipoleum|lipoleums]], [[Toffeethief]], that [[spy on]] the [[Willingdone]] from his [[same_white_harse|big white harse]], the [[Capeinhope]]. [[Stonewall]] Willingdone is an old [[maxy]] [[montrumeny]]. Lipoleums is nice [[hung]] [[bushellors|bushel-]] [[bushellors|lors]]. This is [[hiena]] [[hinnessy]] laughing [[alout]] at the Willing- done. This is [[lipsyg]] [[dooley]] [[krieging]] the [[funk]] from the hinnessy. This is the [[hinndoo]] [[Shimar Shin]] between the dooley boy and the hinnessy. Tip. This is the [[wixy]] old Willingdone [[picket up]] the half of the [[threefoiled hat]] of lipoleums [[fromoud of]] the [[bluddle_filth|bluddle]] [[bluddle_filth|filth]]. This is the hinndoo [[waxing]] [[ranjymad for]] a [[bombshoob]]. This is the Willingdone [[hanking]] the half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the [[buckside]] of his big white harse. Tip. That was the [[last joke of Willingdone]]. [[Hit, hit, hit!]] This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, [[Culpenhelp]], [[waggling]] his [[tailoscrupp]] with the half of a hat of lipoleums to [[insoult on]] the hinndoo [[seeboy|see-]] [[seeboy|boy]]. [[Hney, hney, hney!]] ([[Bullsrag!]] [[Foul!]]) This is the seeboy, [[madrashattaras]], upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman, tinders his [[maxbotch]] to the cursigan Shimar Shin. Basucker youstead! This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse. [[Tip]] (Bullseye! Game!) How Copen- hagen ended. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out. [[Phew!]] What a warm time we were [[in there]] but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the [[lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern]]! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month and one windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And num- mered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too ! The wa- grant wind's awalt'zaround the piltdowns and on every blasted knollyrock ([[if you can spot fifty I spy four more]]) there's that [[gnarlybird]] ygathering, a [[runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle]], [[wipealittle, kicksalittle,severalittle,eatalittle,whinealittle,kenalittle]], [[helfalittle,pelfalittle]] gnarlybird. A verytableland of bleakbardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.

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