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           [<I>The pump and pipe pingers are ideally reconstituted. The </I>
     <I> putther and bowls are peterpacked up. All the presents are deter- </I>
    <I>  mining as regards for the future the howabouts of their past </I>
    <I>  absences which they might see on at hearing could they once smell </I>
    <I>  of tastes from touch. To ought find a values for. The must over- </I>
    <I>  listingness. When ex what is ungiven. As ad where. Stillhead. </I>
  <I>    Blunk.</I>] 
      Shutmup. And bud did down well right. And if he sung dumb 
 in his glass darkly speech lit face to face on allaround.
      [[Vociferagitant]]. [[Viceversounding]]. Namely, [[Abdul Abulbul Amir or Ivan Slavansky Slavar|Abdul Abulbul]] 
 [[Abdul Abulbul Amir or Ivan Slavansky Slavar|Amir or Ivan Slavansky Slavar]]. [[In alldconfusalem]]. As to whom the
 [[major guiltfeather]] pertained it was [[Hercushiccups' care to educe]].
 Beauty's bath she's bound to bind beholders and pride, his purge,
 has place appoint in penance and the law's own libel lifts and
 lames the low with the lofty. Be of the housed! While the Hersy
 Hunt they harrow the hill for to rout them rollicking rogues
 from, rule those racketeer romps from, rein their rockery rides
 from. Rambling.
      Nightclothesed, arooned, the conquerods sway. After their 
 battle thy fair bosom.
      <STRIKE>    </STRIKE> That is too tootrue enough in Solidan's Island as in Mol- 
 tern [[Giaourmany]] and from the Amelakins off to date back to
 land of engined Egypsians, assented from his opening before his
 inlookers of where an oxmanstongue stalled stabled the well-
 nourished one, lord of the seven days, overlord of sats and suns,
 the sat of all the suns which are in the ring of his system of the
 sats of his sun, god of the scuffeldfallen skillfilledfelon, who (he
 contaimns) hangsters, who (he constrains) hersirrs, a gain chang-
 ful, a mintage vaster, heavy on shirts, lucky with shifts, the top-
 side humpup stummock atween his showdows fellah, Misto Tee-
 wiley Spillitshops, who keepeth watch in [[Khummer-Phett]], whose
 spouse is An-Lyph, the dog's bladder, warmer of his couch in
 fore. We all, for [[whole men is lepers, have been nobbut]] won-
 terers in that chill childerness which is our true name after the
 allfaulters (mug's luck to em!) and, bespeaking of love and lie
 detectors in venuvarities, whateither the drugs truth of it, was