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plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first | plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first | ||
cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom | cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom | ||
| − | Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And | + | Hungerig. [[Hoteform, chain and epolettes]], botherbumbose. And |
| − | I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the | + | I'll be your [[aural eyeness]]. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the |
castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is | castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is | ||
anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know | anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know | ||
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ghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit | ghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit | ||
us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm uncon- | us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm uncon- | ||
| − | sciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there | + | sciounce. To [[scand the arising]]. Out from Drumleek. It was there |
Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning | Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning | ||
is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls | is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls | ||
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crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an an, heth hith ences. | crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an an, heth hith ences. | ||
But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map. | But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map. | ||
| − | Rased on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his | + | Rased on traumscrapt from [[Maston, Boss.]] After rounding his |
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loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori coricome huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came safe through. Enough of that homer corner! And old mutther- goosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door always open. For a newera's day. Much as your own is. You invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and everything. Remember to take off your white hat, ech? When we come in the presence. And say hoothoothoo, ithmuthisthy! His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast kertssey too. If the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow tow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place be! Saying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise, plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first cheap magyerstrape. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom Hungerig. Hoteform, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know our way from there surely. Flura's way. Where once we led so many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaugh- nessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburg- ghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm uncon- sciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're wanting be coming may be. And cast ashore. That I prays for be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a prompt from a primer. And what scrips of nutsnolleges I pecked up me meself. Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an an, heth hith ences. But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map. Rased on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his
