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greeding. Angus! Angus! Angus! The keykeeper of the keys of | greeding. Angus! Angus! Angus! The keykeeper of the keys of | ||
the seven doors of the dreamadoory in the house of the house- | the seven doors of the dreamadoory in the house of the house- | ||
| − | hold of Hecech saysaith. Whitmore, whatmore? Give it over, | + | hold of [[Hecech]] saysaith. Whitmore, whatmore? Give it over, |
give it up! Mawgraw! Head of a helo, chesth of champgnon, eye | give it up! Mawgraw! Head of a helo, chesth of champgnon, eye | ||
of a gull! What you'd if he'd. The groom is in the greenhouse, | of a gull! What you'd if he'd. The groom is in the greenhouse, | ||
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witty wagtail! Now piawn to bishop's forthe! Moove. There's | witty wagtail! Now piawn to bishop's forthe! Moove. There's | ||
Mumblesome Wadding Murch cranking up to the hornemooni- | Mumblesome Wadding Murch cranking up to the hornemooni- | ||
| − | um. Drawg us out <I>Ivy Eve in the Hall of Alum</I>! The finnecies of | + | um. Drawg us out <I>Ivy Eve in the Hall of Alum</I>! [[The finnecies of poetry wed music|The finnecies of]] |
| − | poetry wed music. Feeling the jitters? You'll be as tight as Trivett | + | [[The finnecies of poetry wed music|poetry wed music]]. Feeling the jitters? You'll be as tight as Trivett |
when the knot's knutted on. Now's your never! Peena and | when the knot's knutted on. Now's your never! Peena and | ||
Queena are duetting a giggle-for-giggle and the brideen Alan- | Queena are duetting a giggle-for-giggle and the brideen Alan- | ||
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their gosson and whereas to brake the news to morhor. How | their gosson and whereas to brake the news to morhor. How | ||
our myterbilder his fullen aslip. And who will wager but he'll | our myterbilder his fullen aslip. And who will wager but he'll | ||
| − | Shonny Bhoy be, the fleshlumpfleeter from Poshtapengha and all | + | Shonny Bhoy be, the fleshlumpfleeter from [[Poshtapengha]] and all |
he bares sobsconcious inklings shadowed on soulskin. Its segnet | he bares sobsconcious inklings shadowed on soulskin. Its segnet | ||
yores, the strake of a hin. Nup. Laying the cloth, to fore of them. | yores, the strake of a hin. Nup. Laying the cloth, to fore of them. | ||
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They've got a dathe with a swimminpull. Dang! Ding! Dong! | They've got a dathe with a swimminpull. Dang! Ding! Dong! | ||
Dung! Dinnin. Isn't it great he is swaying above us for his good | Dung! Dinnin. Isn't it great he is swaying above us for his good | ||
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Latest revision as of 10:33, 13 September 2016
greeding. Angus! Angus! Angus! The keykeeper of the keys of the seven doors of the dreamadoory in the house of the house- hold of Hecech saysaith. Whitmore, whatmore? Give it over, give it up! Mawgraw! Head of a helo, chesth of champgnon, eye of a gull! What you'd if he'd. The groom is in the greenhouse, gattling out his. Gun! That lad's the style for. Lannigan's ball! Now a drive on the naval! The Shallburn Shock. Never mind your gibbous. Slip on your ropen collar and draw the noosebag on your head. Nobody will know or heed you, Postumus, if you skip round schlymartin by the back and come front sloomutren to beg in one of the shavers' sailorsuits. Three climbs three- quickenthrees in the garb of nine. We'll split to see you mouldem imparvious. A wing for oldboy Welsey Wandrer! Well spat, witty wagtail! Now piawn to bishop's forthe! Moove. There's Mumblesome Wadding Murch cranking up to the hornemooni- um. Drawg us out Ivy Eve in the Hall of Alum! The finnecies of poetry wed music. Feeling the jitters? You'll be as tight as Trivett when the knot's knutted on. Now's your never! Peena and Queena are duetting a giggle-for-giggle and the brideen Alan- nah is lost in her diamindwaiting. What a magnificent gesture you will show us this gallus day. Clean and easy, be the hooker! And a free for croaks after. Dovlen are out for it. So is Rathfinn. And, hike, here's the hearse and four horses with the interpro- vincial crucifixioners throwing lots inside to know whose to be their gosson and whereas to brake the news to morhor. How our myterbilder his fullen aslip. And who will wager but he'll Shonny Bhoy be, the fleshlumpfleeter from Poshtapengha and all he bares sobsconcious inklings shadowed on soulskin. Its segnet yores, the strake of a hin. Nup. Laying the cloth, to fore of them. And thanking the fish, in core of them. To pass the grace for Gard sake! Ahmohn. Mr Justician Matthews and Mr Justician Marks and Mr Justician Luk de Luc and Mr Justinian Johnston- Johnson. And the aaskart, see, behind! Help, help, hurray! All- sup, allsop! Four ghools to nail! Cut it down, mates, look slippy! They've got a dathe with a swimminpull. Dang! Ding! Dong! Dung! Dinnin. Isn't it great he is swaying above us for his good
