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the freckled forehead. While you'd parse secheressa she [[hielt]] her | the freckled forehead. While you'd parse secheressa she [[hielt]] her | ||
| − | souff'. But she ruz two feet hire in her [[aisne]] aestumation. And | + | souff'. But she ruz two feet hire in her [[aisne]] [[aestumation]]. And |
steppes on stilts ever since. That was kissuahealing with bantur | steppes on stilts ever since. That was kissuahealing with bantur | ||
for balm! O, wasn't he the bold priest? And wasn't she the | for balm! O, wasn't he the bold priest? And wasn't she the | ||
| − | naughty Livvy? Nautic Naama's now her navn. Two lads in | + | naughty Livvy? Nautic [[Naama's]] now her navn. Two lads in |
| − | scoutsch breeches went through her before that, Barefoot Burn | + | scoutsch breeches went through her before that, [[Barefoot Burn]] |
| − | and Wallowme Wade, Lugnaquillia's noblesse pickts, before she | + | and [[Wallowme]] Wade, Lugnaquillia's noblesse pickts, before she |
had a hint of a hair at [[her fanny]] to hide or a [[bossom]] to tempt a | had a hint of a hair at [[her fanny]] to hide or a [[bossom]] to tempt a | ||
birch [[canoedler]] not to mention a bulgic porterhouse barge. And | birch [[canoedler]] not to mention a bulgic porterhouse barge. And | ||
ere that again, leada, laida, all unraidy, too faint to buoy the | ere that again, leada, laida, all unraidy, too faint to buoy the | ||
fairiest rider, too frail to flirt with a cygnet's plume, she was licked | fairiest rider, too frail to flirt with a cygnet's plume, she was licked | ||
| − | by a hound, Chirripa-Chirruta, while poing her pee, pure and | + | by a hound, Chirripa-Chirruta, while [[poing]] her [[pee]], pure and |
simple, on the spur of the hill in old Kippure, in birdsong and | simple, on the spur of the hill in old Kippure, in birdsong and | ||
shearingtime, but first of all, worst of all, the wiggly livvly, she | shearingtime, but first of all, worst of all, the wiggly livvly, she | ||
| − | sideslipped out by a gap in the Devil's glen while Sally her nurse | + | sideslipped out by a gap in the [[Devil's glen]] while Sally her nurse |
| − | was sound asleep in a sloot and, feefee fiefie, fell over a spillway | + | was sound asleep in a [[sloot]] and, feefee fiefie, [[fell over]] a [[spillway]] |
| − | before she found her stride and lay and wriggled in all the stag- | + | before she found her [[stride]] and lay and wriggled in all the stag- |
| − | nant black pools of rainy under a fallow coo and she laughed | + | nant [[black pools]] of rainy under a fallow coo and she laughed |
innocefree with her limbs aloft and a whole drove of maiden | innocefree with her limbs aloft and a whole drove of maiden | ||
hawthorns blushing and looking askance upon her. | hawthorns blushing and looking askance upon her. | ||
Drop me the sound of the [[findhorn's]] name, Mtu or Mti, [[sombogger|som-]] | Drop me the sound of the [[findhorn's]] name, Mtu or Mti, [[sombogger|som-]] | ||
[[sombogger|bogger]] was wisness. And drip me why in the [[flenders]] was she | [[sombogger|bogger]] was wisness. And drip me why in the [[flenders]] was she | ||
| − | frickled. And trickle me through was she marcellewaved or was | + | [[frickled]]. And trickle me through was she marcellewaved or was |
it weirdly a wig she wore. And whitside did they droop their | it weirdly a wig she wore. And whitside did they droop their | ||
glows in their florry, aback to wist or affront to sea? In fear to | glows in their florry, aback to wist or affront to sea? In fear to | ||
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You'd like the coifs and guimpes, snouty, and me to do the | You'd like the coifs and guimpes, snouty, and me to do the | ||
greasy jub on old Veronica's wipers. What am I rancing now | greasy jub on old Veronica's wipers. What am I rancing now | ||
| − | and I'll thank you? Is it a pinny or is it a surplice? Arran, where's | + | and I'll thank you? Is it a [[pinny]] or is it a surplice? Arran, where's |
| − | your nose? And where's the starch? That's not the vesdre bene- | + | your nose? And where's the starch? That's not the [[vesdre]] bene- |
| − | diction smell. I can tell from here by their <I>eau de Colo</I> and the | + | diction smell. I can tell from here by their <I>[[eau de Colo]]</I> and the |
| − | scent of her oder they're Mrs Magrath's. And you ought to have | + | scent of her [[oder]] they're Mrs Magrath's. And you ought to have |
aird them. They've moist come off her. Creases in silk they | aird them. They've moist come off her. Creases in silk they | ||
are, not crampton lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she has sinned! | are, not crampton lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she has sinned! | ||
Latest revision as of 11:08, 29 December 2005
the freckled forehead. While you'd parse secheressa she hielt her souff'. But she ruz two feet hire in her aisne aestumation. And steppes on stilts ever since. That was kissuahealing with bantur for balm! O, wasn't he the bold priest? And wasn't she the naughty Livvy? Nautic Naama's now her navn. Two lads in scoutsch breeches went through her before that, Barefoot Burn and Wallowme Wade, Lugnaquillia's noblesse pickts, before she had a hint of a hair at her fanny to hide or a bossom to tempt a birch canoedler not to mention a bulgic porterhouse barge. And ere that again, leada, laida, all unraidy, too faint to buoy the fairiest rider, too frail to flirt with a cygnet's plume, she was licked by a hound, Chirripa-Chirruta, while poing her pee, pure and simple, on the spur of the hill in old Kippure, in birdsong and shearingtime, but first of all, worst of all, the wiggly livvly, she sideslipped out by a gap in the Devil's glen while Sally her nurse was sound asleep in a sloot and, feefee fiefie, fell over a spillway before she found her stride and lay and wriggled in all the stag- nant black pools of rainy under a fallow coo and she laughed innocefree with her limbs aloft and a whole drove of maiden hawthorns blushing and looking askance upon her. Drop me the sound of the findhorn's name, Mtu or Mti, som- bogger was wisness. And drip me why in the flenders was she frickled. And trickle me through was she marcellewaved or was it weirdly a wig she wore. And whitside did they droop their glows in their florry, aback to wist or affront to sea? In fear to hear the dear so near or longing loth and loathing longing? Are you in the swim or are you out? O go in, go on, go an! I mean about what you know. I know right well what you mean. Rother! You'd like the coifs and guimpes, snouty, and me to do the greasy jub on old Veronica's wipers. What am I rancing now and I'll thank you? Is it a pinny or is it a surplice? Arran, where's your nose? And where's the starch? That's not the vesdre bene- diction smell. I can tell from here by their eau de Colo and the scent of her oder they're Mrs Magrath's. And you ought to have aird them. They've moist come off her. Creases in silk they are, not crampton lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she has sinned!
