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me in his wellingtons what you haven't got!), in one of those | me in his wellingtons what you haven't got!), in one of those | ||
| − | pure clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, Arrah of the passkeys, | + | pure clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, [[Arrah of the passkeys]], |
no matter what. You may be certain of that, fluff, now I know | no matter what. You may be certain of that, fluff, now I know | ||
how to tackle. Lock my mearest next myself. So don't keep me | how to tackle. Lock my mearest next myself. So don't keep me | ||
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me just your caroline for you, I must really so late. Sweet pig, | me just your caroline for you, I must really so late. Sweet pig, | ||
he'll be furious! How he stalks to simself louther and lover, | he'll be furious! How he stalks to simself louther and lover, | ||
| − | immutating aperybally. My prince of the courts who'll beat me | + | immutating [[aperybally]]. My prince of the courts who'll beat me |
to love! And I'll be there when who knows where with the | to love! And I'll be there when who knows where with the | ||
| − | objects of which I'll knowor forget. We say. Trust us. Our | + | objects of which I'll [[knowor]] forget. We say. Trust us. Our |
game. (For fun!) The Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you | game. (For fun!) The Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you | ||
deny. Whoevery heard of such a think? Till the ulmost of all | deny. Whoevery heard of such a think? Till the ulmost of all | ||
| − | elmoes shall stele our harts asthone! And Mrs A'Mara makes | + | elmoes shall stele our harts [[asthone]]! And Mrs A'Mara makes |
it up and befriends with Mrs O'Morum! I will write down all | it up and befriends with Mrs O'Morum! I will write down all | ||
your names in my gold pen and ink. Everyday, precious, while | your names in my gold pen and ink. Everyday, precious, while | ||
| − | m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's Messonge- | + | [[m'm'ry's]] leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's Messonge- |
book I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass stream | book I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass stream | ||
(but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!) under the libans | (but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!) under the libans | ||
| − | and the sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias, where the | + | and the [[sickamours]], the cyprissis and babilonias, where the |
frondoak rushes to the ask and the yewleaves too kisskiss them- | frondoak rushes to the ask and the yewleaves too kisskiss them- | ||
selves and 'twill carry on my hearz'waves my still waters reflec- | selves and 'twill carry on my hearz'waves my still waters reflec- | ||
tions in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her Quaidy ways | tions in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her Quaidy ways | ||
| − | and her Flavin hair, to thee, Jack, ahoy, beyond the boysforus. | + | and her Flavin hair, to thee, [[Jack, ahoy]], beyond the [[boysforus]]. |
Splesh of hiss splash springs your salmon. Twick twick, twinkle | Splesh of hiss splash springs your salmon. Twick twick, twinkle | ||
twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon lex leap will smile on | twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon lex leap will smile on | ||
my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmind. And what's this I was | my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmind. And what's this I was | ||
| − | going to say, dean? O, I understand. Listen, here I'll wait on thee | + | going to say, [[dean]]? O, I understand. Listen, here I'll wait on thee |
till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more stues- | till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more stues- | ||
ser flavoured than Vanilla and blackcurrant there's a cure in, like | ser flavoured than Vanilla and blackcurrant there's a cure in, like | ||
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awhile way, I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas! And listen, | awhile way, I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas! And listen, | ||
joey, don't be ennoyed with me, my old evernew, when, by the | joey, don't be ennoyed with me, my old evernew, when, by the | ||
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Latest revision as of 21:41, 6 February 2018
me in his wellingtons what you haven't got!), in one of those pure clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, Arrah of the passkeys, no matter what. You may be certain of that, fluff, now I know how to tackle. Lock my mearest next myself. So don't keep me now for a good boy for the love of my fragrant saint, you villain, peppering with fear, my goodless graceless, or I'll first murder you but, hvisper, meet me after by next appointment near you know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor fool's circuts of lovemountjoy square to show my disrespects now, let me just your caroline for you, I must really so late. Sweet pig, he'll be furious! How he stalks to simself louther and lover, immutating aperybally. My prince of the courts who'll beat me to love! And I'll be there when who knows where with the objects of which I'll knowor forget. We say. Trust us. Our game. (For fun!) The Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you deny. Whoevery heard of such a think? Till the ulmost of all elmoes shall stele our harts asthone! And Mrs A'Mara makes it up and befriends with Mrs O'Morum! I will write down all your names in my gold pen and ink. Everyday, precious, while m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's Messonge- book I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass stream (but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!) under the libans and the sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias, where the frondoak rushes to the ask and the yewleaves too kisskiss them- selves and 'twill carry on my hearz'waves my still waters reflec- tions in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her Quaidy ways and her Flavin hair, to thee, Jack, ahoy, beyond the boysforus. Splesh of hiss splash springs your salmon. Twick twick, twinkle twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon lex leap will smile on my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmind. And what's this I was going to say, dean? O, I understand. Listen, here I'll wait on thee till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more stues- ser flavoured than Vanilla and blackcurrant there's a cure in, like a born gentleman till you'll resemble me, all the time you're awhile way, I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas! And listen, joey, don't be ennoyed with me, my old evernew, when, by the
