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A mum. You [[pere Golazy]], you [[mere Bare]] and you [[Bill Heeny]], and | A mum. You [[pere Golazy]], you [[mere Bare]] and you [[Bill Heeny]], and | ||
you Smirky Dainty and, more [[beethoken]], you wheckfoolthe- | you Smirky Dainty and, more [[beethoken]], you wheckfoolthe- | ||
− | nairyans with all your badchthumpered peanas! We are gluck- | + | nairyans with all your [[badchthumpered peanas]]! We are [[gluck]]- |
glucky in our being so far fortunate that, bark and bay duol with | glucky in our being so far fortunate that, bark and bay duol with | ||
Man Goodfox inchimings having ceased to the moment, so allow | Man Goodfox inchimings having ceased to the moment, so allow | ||
− | the clinkars of our nocturnefield, [[night's sweetmoztheart]], their | + | the [[clinkars of our nocturnefield]], [[night's sweetmoztheart]], their |
Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me | Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me | ||
airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the | airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the | ||
underwood), in chorush, long make it flourish (in the [[Nut]], in the | underwood), in chorush, long make it flourish (in the [[Nut]], in the | ||
Nutsky) till thorush! Secret Hookup. | Nutsky) till thorush! Secret Hookup. | ||
− | <STRIKE> | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Roguenaar Loudbrags, that soddy old samph! How high |
is vuile, var? | is vuile, var? | ||
To which yes he did, capt, that was the answer. | To which yes he did, capt, that was the answer. | ||
− | <STRIKE> | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> And his shartshort trooping its colours! We knows his |
ventruquulence. | ventruquulence. | ||
Which that that rang ripprippripplying. | Which that that rang ripprippripplying. | ||
− | <STRIKE> | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> [[Bulbul]], [[bulbulone]]! I will shally. Thou shalt willy. You wouldnt |
should as youd remesmer. I hypnot. 'Tis golden sickle's hour. | should as youd remesmer. I hypnot. 'Tis golden sickle's hour. | ||
Holy moon priestess, we'd love our grappes of mistellose! Moths | Holy moon priestess, we'd love our grappes of mistellose! Moths | ||
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Wee wee, that long alancey one! Let sit on this anthill for our | Wee wee, that long alancey one! Let sit on this anthill for our | ||
frilldress talk after this day of making blithe inveiled the heart | frilldress talk after this day of making blithe inveiled the heart | ||
− | before our groatsupper serves to us Panchomaster and let har- | + | before our [[groatsupper]] serves to us Panchomaster and let har- |
Latest revision as of 23:44, 8 January 2018
Hitherzither! Almost dotty! I must dash!) to pour their peace in partial (floflo floreflorence), sweetishsad lightandgayle, twittwin twosingwoolow. Let everie sound of a pitch keep still in reson- ance, jemcrow, jackdaw, prime and secund with their terce that whoe betwides them, now full theorbe, now dulcifair, and when we press of pedal (sof!) pick out and vowelise your name. A mum. You pere Golazy, you mere Bare and you Bill Heeny, and you Smirky Dainty and, more beethoken, you wheckfoolthe- nairyans with all your badchthumpered peanas! We are gluck- glucky in our being so far fortunate that, bark and bay duol with Man Goodfox inchimings having ceased to the moment, so allow the clinkars of our nocturnefield, night's sweetmoztheart, their Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the underwood), in chorush, long make it flourish (in the Nut, in the Nutsky) till thorush! Secret Hookup.Roguenaar Loudbrags, that soddy old samph! How high is vuile, var? To which yes he did, capt, that was the answer.And his shartshort trooping its colours! We knows his ventruquulence. Which that that rang ripprippripplying.Bulbul, bulbulone! I will shally. Thou shalt willy. You wouldnt should as youd remesmer. I hypnot. 'Tis golden sickle's hour. Holy moon priestess, we'd love our grappes of mistellose! Moths the matter? Pschtt! Tabarins comes. To fell our fairest. O gui, O gui! Salam, salms, salaum! Carolus! O indeed and we ware! And hoody crow was ere. I soared from the peach and Missmolly showed her pear too, onto three and away. Whet the bee as to deflowret greendy grassies yellowhorse. Kematitis, cele our er- dours! Did you aye, did you eye, did you everysee suchaway, suchawhy, eeriewhigg airywhugger? Even to the extremity of the world? Dingoldell! The enormanous his, our littlest little! Wee wee, that long alancey one! Let sit on this anthill for our frilldress talk after this day of making blithe inveiled the heart before our groatsupper serves to us Panchomaster and let har-