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So the truce, the old truce and nattonbuff the truce, boys. | So the truce, the old truce and nattonbuff the truce, boys. | ||
Drouth is stronger than faction. Slant. Shinshin. Shinshin. | Drouth is stronger than faction. Slant. Shinshin. Shinshin. | ||
| − | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> It was of The Grant, old gartener, <I>qua</I> golden meddlist, | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> It was of [[The Grant, old gartener]], <I>qua</I> [[golden meddlist]], |
| − | Publius Manlius, fuderal private, (his place is his poster, sure, they | + | [[Publius Manlius]], [[fuderal private]], ([[his place is his poster, sure, they said, and we're going to mark it, sore, they said|his place is his poster, sure, they]] |
| − | said, and we're going to mark it, sore, they said, with a carbon | + | [[his place is his poster, sure, they said, and we're going to mark it, sore, they said|said, and we're going to mark it, sore, they said]], with a [[carbon caustick manner|carbon]] |
| − | caustick manner) bequother the liberaloider at his petty corpore- | + | [[carbon caustick manner|caustick manner]]) [[bequother]] the [[liberaloider]] at his [[petty corporelezzo|petty corpore-]] |
| − | lezzo that hung caughtnapping from his baited breath, it was of | + | [[petty corporelezzo|lezzo]] that hung [[caughtnapping]] from his [[baited breath]], it was of |
him, my wife and I thinks, to feel to every of the younging fruits, | him, my wife and I thinks, to feel to every of the younging fruits, | ||
| − | tenderosed like an atalantic's breastswells or, on a second wreath- | + | tenderosed like an [[atalantic]]'s [[breastswells]] or, on a second wreath- |
ing, a bright tauth bight shimmeryshaking for the welt of his | ing, a bright tauth bight shimmeryshaking for the welt of his | ||
| − | plow. And | + | plow. And where the [[peckadillies at his wristsends]] meetings be |
loving so lightly dovessoild the candidacy, me wipin eye sinks, | loving so lightly dovessoild the candidacy, me wipin eye sinks, | ||
of his softboiled bosom should be apparient even to our illicterate | of his softboiled bosom should be apparient even to our illicterate | ||
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pious!). And it was cyclums cyclorums after he made design on the corse and he want to mess on him (enterellbo add all taller Danis), back, seater and sides, and he applied (I'm amazingly sorracer!) the wholed bould shoulderedboy's width for fullness, measures for messieurs, messer's massed, (they were saycalling again and agone and all over agun, the louthly meathers, the loudly meaders, the lously measlers, six to one, bar ones). And they pled him beheighten the firing. Dope. Maltomeetim, alltomatetam, when a tale tarries shome shunter shove on. Fore auld they wauld to pree. Pray. Of this Mr A (tillalaric) and these wasch woman (dapple- hued), fhronehflord and feeofeeds, who had insue keen and able and a spindlesong aside, nothing more is told until now, his awebrume hour, her sere Sahara of sad oakleaves. And then. Be old. The next thing is. We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh where with the hen in the storyaboot we start from scratch. So the truce, the old truce and nattonbuff the truce, boys. Drouth is stronger than faction. Slant. Shinshin. Shinshin.It was of The Grant, old gartener, qua golden meddlist, Publius Manlius, fuderal private, (his place is his poster, sure, they said, and we're going to mark it, sore, they said, with a carbon caustick manner) bequother the liberaloider at his petty corpore- lezzo that hung caughtnapping from his baited breath, it was of him, my wife and I thinks, to feel to every of the younging fruits, tenderosed like an atalantic's breastswells or, on a second wreath- ing, a bright tauth bight shimmeryshaking for the welt of his plow. And where the peckadillies at his wristsends meetings be loving so lightly dovessoild the candidacy, me wipin eye sinks, of his softboiled bosom should be apparient even to our illicterate of nullatinenties. All to which not a lot snapped The Nolan of the Calabashes at his whilom eweheart photognomist who by this sum taken was as much incensed by Saint Bruno as that what he had con- summed was his own panegoric, and wot a lout about it if it was
