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reder! The height herup exalts it and the lowness her down aba- | reder! The height herup exalts it and the lowness her down aba- | ||
seth it. It vibroverberates upon the tegmen and prosplodes from | seth it. It vibroverberates upon the tegmen and prosplodes from | ||
− | pomoeria. A window, a hedge, a prong, a hand, an eye, a sign, a | + | pomoeria. [[A window, a hedge, a prong, a hand, an eye, a sign, a head and keep your other augur on her paypaypay.|A window, a hedge, a prong, a hand, an eye, a sign, a |
− | + | ]][[A window, a hedge, a prong, a hand, an eye, a sign, a head and keep your other augur on her paypaypay.|head and keep your other augur on her paypaypay.]] And you have | |
− | it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated! And Sunny, my gander, he's | + | it, old Sem, [[pat as ah be seated!]] And Sunny, my gander, he's |
coming to land her. The boy which she now adores. She dores. | coming to land her. The boy which she now adores. She dores. | ||
Oh backed von dem zug! Make weg for their tug! | Oh backed von dem zug! Make weg for their tug! | ||
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Irrelevance. | Irrelevance. | ||
All sing: | All sing: | ||
− | <STRIKE> | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> I rose up one maypole morning and saw in my glass how |
nobody loves me but you. Ugh. Ugh. | nobody loves me but you. Ugh. Ugh. | ||
All point in the shem direction as if to shun. | All point in the shem direction as if to shun. | ||
− | <STRIKE> | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> My name is [[Mishe mishe|Misha Misha]] but call me [[Toffey Tough]]. I |
mean Mettenchough. It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the | mean Mettenchough. It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the | ||
larch. Ogh! Ogh! | larch. Ogh! Ogh! | ||
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make hims prich. And ith ith noth cricquette, Sally Lums. Not | make hims prich. And ith ith noth cricquette, Sally Lums. Not | ||
by ever such a lot. Twentynines of bloomers gegging een man | by ever such a lot. Twentynines of bloomers gegging een man | ||
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Latest revision as of 10:08, 5 August 2009
prawn while I go squirt with any cockle. When here who adolls me infuxes sleep. But if this could see with its backsight he'd be the grand old greeneyed lobster. He's my first viewmarc since Valentine. Wink's the winning word. Luck! In the house of breathings lies that word, all fairness. The walls are of rubinen and the glittergates of elfinbone. The roof herof is of massicious jasper and a canopy of Tyrian awning rises and still descends to it. A grape cluster of lights hangs therebeneath and all the house is filled with the breathings of her fairness, the fairness of fondance and the fairness of milk and rhubarb and the fairness of roasted meats and uniomargrits and the fairness of promise with consonantia and avowals. There lies her word, you reder! The height herup exalts it and the lowness her down aba- seth it. It vibroverberates upon the tegmen and prosplodes from pomoeria. A window, a hedge, a prong, a hand, an eye, a sign, a head and keep your other augur on her paypaypay. And you have it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated! And Sunny, my gander, he's coming to land her. The boy which she now adores. She dores. Oh backed von dem zug! Make weg for their tug! With a ring ding dong, they raise clasped hands and advance more steps to retire to the saum. Curtsey one, curtsey two, with arms akimbo, devotees. Irrelevance. All sing:I rose up one maypole morning and saw in my glass how nobody loves me but you. Ugh. Ugh. All point in the shem direction as if to shun.My name is Misha Misha but call me Toffey Tough. I mean Mettenchough. It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. Ogh! Ogh! Her reverence. All laugh. They pretend to helf while they simply shauted at him sauce to make hims prich. And ith ith noth cricquette, Sally Lums. Not by ever such a lot. Twentynines of bloomers gegging een man