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[[TOC]] [[Page 449]] [[Page 451]] mother would lay her new golden sheegg for me down under in the shy orient. What wouldn't I poach <STRIKE> </STRIKE> the rent in my river- side, my otther shoes, my beavery, honest! <STRIKE> </STRIKE> ay, and melt my belt for a dace feast of grannom with the finny ones, those happy greppies in their minnowahaw, flashing down the swansway, leaps ahead of the [[swift]] MacEels, the big Gillaroo redfellows and the pursewinded carpers, rearin antis rood perches astench of me, or, when I'd like own company best, with the help of a norange and bear, to be reclined by the lasher on my logansome, my [[g.b.d.]] in my [[f.a.c.e.]], [[solfanelly]] in my shellyholders and lov'd latakia, the benuvolent, for my nosethrills, with the jealosomines wilting away to their heart's deelight and the king of saptimber letting down his humely odours for my consternation, dapping my griffeen, burning water in the spearlight or catching trophies of the king's royal college of sturgeone by the armful for to bake pike and pie while, O twined me abower in L'Alouette's Tower, all Adelaide's [[naughtingerls juckjucking]] benighth me, I'd ga- mut my [[twittynice Dorian blackbudds]] [[chthonic solphia]] off my [[singasongapiccolo to pipe musicall airs]] on numberous fairy- aciodes. I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up there, yes see, I double give, till the [[spinney]] all eclosed asong with them. Isn't that lovely though? I give to me alone I trouble give! I may have no mind to lamagnage the [[forte]] bits like the [[pianage]] but you can't [[cadge me off the key]]. I've a [[voicical lilt]] too true. Nomario! And bemolly and jiesis! For I sport a whatyoumacormack in the latcher part of my throughers. And the lark that I let fly (olala!) is as cockful of funantics as it's tune to my fork. Naturale you might [[lower register me as diserecordant]], but I'm athlone in the lillabilling of killarnies. [[That's flat]]. Yet ware the wold, you! [[What's good for the gorse is a goad for the garden]]. [[Lethals]] lurk [[heimlocked]] in logans. Loathe [[laburnums]]. Dash the gaudy [[deathcup|death-]] [[deathcup|cup]]! [[Bryony]] O'Bryony, thy name is [[Belladama]]! But enough of greenwood's gossip. [[Birdsnests is birdsnests]]. Thine to wait but mine to wage. And now [[play sharp]] to me. Doublefirst I'll head foremost through all my examhoops. And what sensitive coin I'd be possessed of at Latouche's, begor, I'd sink it sumtotal, every

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