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is the four gentlemen. Otem. And it was not a long time till he was | is the four gentlemen. Otem. And it was not a long time till he was | ||
| − | feeling true forim he was goodda purssia and it was short after that | + | feeling true forim he was [[goodda purssia]] and it was short after that |
he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber. Etem. | he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber. Etem. | ||
He was at his thinker's aunts to give (the four gentlemen) the presence | He was at his thinker's aunts to give (the four gentlemen) the presence | ||
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a lock and pass the poker, please? And bids him tend her, lute | a lock and pass the poker, please? And bids him tend her, lute | ||
and airly. Sing, sweetharp, thing to me anone! So that Glugg, | and airly. Sing, sweetharp, thing to me anone! So that Glugg, | ||
| − | the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness | + | the poor one, in that [[limbopool]] which was his subnesciousness |
he could scares of all knotknow whither his morrder had bourst | he could scares of all knotknow whither his morrder had bourst | ||
a blabber or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly | a blabber or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly | ||
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at the hinder sight of their commoner guardian. Her boy fiend or | at the hinder sight of their commoner guardian. Her boy fiend or | ||
theirs, if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour, sinking | theirs, if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour, sinking | ||
| − | how he must fand for himself by gazework what their colours | + | how he must [[fand for]] himself by gazework what their colours |
wear as they are all showen drawens up. Tireton, cacheton, tire- | wear as they are all showen drawens up. Tireton, cacheton, tire- | ||
ton, ba! Doth that not satisfy youth, sir? Quanty purty bellas, | ton, ba! Doth that not satisfy youth, sir? Quanty purty bellas, | ||
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cious: Mi, O la!), and reloose that thong off his art: Hast thou feel | cious: Mi, O la!), and reloose that thong off his art: Hast thou feel | ||
liked carbunckley ones? Apun which his poohoor pricoxity theirs | liked carbunckley ones? Apun which his poohoor pricoxity theirs | ||
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Latest revision as of 11:29, 24 November 2017
is the four gentlemen. Otem. And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber. Etem. He was at his thinker's aunts to give (the four gentlemen) the presence (of a curpse). And this is what he would be willing. He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast. Atem. Towhere byhangs ourtales. Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther. Truly deplurabel! A dire, O dire! And all the freight- fullness whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Some- time towerable! With that hehry antlets on him and the bauble- light bulching out of his sockets whiling away she sprankled his allover with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack a lock and pass the poker, please? And bids him tend her, lute and airly. Sing, sweetharp, thing to me anone! So that Glugg, the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness he could scares of all knotknow whither his morrder had bourst a blabber or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly his skoll missed her. Misty's trompe or midst his flooting? Ah, ho! Cicely, awe! The youngly delightsome frilles-in-pleyurs are now showen drawen, if bud one, or, if in florileague, drawens up consociately at the hinder sight of their commoner guardian. Her boy fiend or theirs, if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour, sinking how he must fand for himself by gazework what their colours wear as they are all showen drawens up. Tireton, cacheton, tire- ton, ba! Doth that not satisfy youth, sir? Quanty purty bellas, here, Madama Lifay! And what are you going to charm them to, Madama, do say? Cinderynelly angled her slipper; it was cho chiny yet braught her a groom. He will angskt of them from their commoner guardian at next lineup (who is really the rapier of the two though thother brother can hold his own, especially for he bandished it with his hand the hold time, mamain, a simply gra- cious: Mi, O la!), and reloose that thong off his art: Hast thou feel liked carbunckley ones? Apun which his poohoor pricoxity theirs
