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to. Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek! And nomber three he sleeped with | to. Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek! And nomber three he sleeped with | ||
Lilly Tekkles at The Eats and he was trying to. Hide! Seek! | Lilly Tekkles at The Eats and he was trying to. Hide! Seek! | ||
| − | Hide! Seek! And the last with the sailalloyd donggie he was | + | Hide! Seek! And the last with the [[sailalloyd donggie]] he was |
berthed on the Moherboher to the Washte and they were all try- | berthed on the Moherboher to the Washte and they were all try- | ||
ing to and baffling with the walters of, hoompsydoompsy walters | ing to and baffling with the walters of, hoompsydoompsy walters | ||
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and cup To speed the bogre's barque away O'er wather parted | and cup To speed the bogre's barque away O'er wather parted | ||
from the say. | from the say. | ||
| − | Horkus chiefest ebblynuncies! | + | [[Horkus chiefest ebblynuncies!]] |
| − | <STRIKE> | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> He shook be [[ashaped of hempshelves]], hiding that [[shepe in his goat|shepe in]] |
| − | his goat. And for rassembling so bearfellsed the magreedy | + | [[shepe in his goat|his goat]]. And for [[rassembling]] so [[bearfellsed]] the [[magreedy]] |
| − | prince of Roger. Thuthud. Heigh hohse, heigh hohse, our kin- | + | prince of [[Roger. Thuthud.]] [[Heigh hohse, heigh hohse, our kindom from an orse!|Heigh hohse, heigh hohse, our kin- |
| − | + | ]][[Heigh hohse, heigh hohse, our kindom from an orse!|dom from an orse!]] Bruni Lanno's woollies on Brani Lonni's | |
hairyparts. And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt foul | hairyparts. And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt foul | ||
the matter of that cellaring to a pigstrough. Stop his laysense. | the matter of that cellaring to a pigstrough. Stop his laysense. | ||
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lilty she pulls inner out heads. This is not the end of this by no | lilty she pulls inner out heads. This is not the end of this by no | ||
manners means. When you've bled till you're bone it crops out | manners means. When you've bled till you're bone it crops out | ||
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Latest revision as of 10:12, 12 September 2016
Seek! And number two digged up Poors Coort, Soother, trying to. Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek! And nomber three he sleeped with Lilly Tekkles at The Eats and he was trying to. Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek! And the last with the sailalloyd donggie he was berthed on the Moherboher to the Washte and they were all try- ing to and baffling with the walters of, hoompsydoompsy walters of. High! Sink! High! Sink! Highohigh! Sinkasink! Waves. The gangstairs strain and anger's up As Hoisty rares the can and cup To speed the bogre's barque away O'er wather parted from the say. Horkus chiefest ebblynuncies!He shook be ashaped of hempshelves, hiding that shepe in his goat. And for rassembling so bearfellsed the magreedy prince of Roger. Thuthud. Heigh hohse, heigh hohse, our kin- dom from an orse! Bruni Lanno's woollies on Brani Lonni's hairyparts. And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt foul the matter of that cellaring to a pigstrough. Stop his laysense. Ink him! You would think him Alddaublin staking his lordsure like a gourd on puncheon. Deblinity devined. Wholehunting the pairk on a methylogical mission whenever theres imberillas! And call- ing Rina Roner Reinette Ronayne. To what mine answer is a lemans. Arderleys, beedles and postbillers heard him. Three points to one. Ericus Vericus corrupted into ware eggs. Dummy up, distillery! Broree aboo! Run him a johnsgate down jameses- lane. Begetting a wife which begame his niece by pouring her youngthings into skintighs. That was when he had dizzy spells. Till Gladstools Pillools made him ride as the mall. Thanks to his huedobrass beerd. Lodenbroke the Longman, now he canseels under veerious persons but is always that Rorke relly! On con- sideration for the musickers he ought to have down it. Pass out your cheeks, why daunt you! Penalty, please! There you'll know how warder barded the bollhead that parssed our alley. We just are upsidedown singing what ever the dimkims mummur alla- lilty she pulls inner out heads. This is not the end of this by no manners means. When you've bled till you're bone it crops out
