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give them their beerings, east circular route or [[elegant central highway|elegant central]] | give them their beerings, east circular route or [[elegant central highway|elegant central]] | ||
[[elegant central highway|highway]]. Open, 'tis luck will have it! Lifeboat Alloe, Noeman's | [[elegant central highway|highway]]. Open, 'tis luck will have it! Lifeboat Alloe, Noeman's | ||
| − | Woe, Hircups Emptybolly! With winkles whelks and cocklesent | + | Woe, [[Hircups Emptybolly]]! With winkles whelks and cocklesent |
jelks. Let be buttercup eve lit by night in the Phoenix! Music. | jelks. Let be buttercup eve lit by night in the Phoenix! Music. | ||
And old lotts have funn at Flammagen's ball. Till Irinwakes from | And old lotts have funn at Flammagen's ball. Till Irinwakes from | ||
Revision as of 07:34, 24 August 2009
had, like the pervious oelkenner done, liquorally no more powers to their elbow. Ignorinsers' bliss, therefore, their not to say rifle butt target, none too wisefolly, poor fish, (he is eating, he is spun, is milked, he dives) upholding a lampthorne of lawstift as wand of welcome to all men in bonafay, (and the corollas he so has saved gainsts the virus he has thus injected!) discoastedself to that kipsie point of its Dublin bar there, breaking and entering, from the outback's dead heart, Glasthule Bourne or Boehernapark Nolagh, by wattsismade or bianconi, astraylians in island, a wellknown tall hat blown in between houses by a nightcap of that silk or it might be a black velvet and a kiber galler dragging his hunker, were signalling gael warnings towards Wazwollenzee Haven to give them their beerings, east circular route or elegant central highway. Open, 'tis luck will have it! Lifeboat Alloe, Noeman's Woe, Hircups Emptybolly! With winkles whelks and cocklesent jelks. Let be buttercup eve lit by night in the Phoenix! Music. And old lotts have funn at Flammagen's ball. Till Irinwakes from Slumber Deep. How they succeeded by courting daylight in saving darkness he who loves will see. Business. His bestness. Copeman helpen. Contrescene. He cupped his years to catch me's to you in what's yours as minest to hissent, giel as gail, geil as gaul, Odorozone, now our- menial servent, blanding rum, milk and toddy with I hand it to you. Saying whiches, see his bow on the hapence, with a pat- tedyr but digit here, he scooped the hens, hounds and horses biddy by bunny, with an arc of his covethand, saved from the drohnings they might oncounter, untill his cubid long, to hide in dry. Aside. Your sows tin the topple, dodgers, trink me dregs! Zoot! And with the gust of a spring alice the fossickers and swaggelers with him on the hoof from down under piked forth desert roses in that mulligar scrub. Reenter Ashe Junior. Peiwei toptip, nankeen pontdelounges. Gives fair day. Cheroot. Cheevio! Off.
