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falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and | falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and | ||
then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes | then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes | ||
− | in. And [[robins in crews so]]. It is for me [[goolden]] wending. | + | in. And [[robins in crews so]]. It is for me [[goolden]] [[wending]]. |
Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so | Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so | ||
long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm. | long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm. |
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of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb and shag. While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is thanks, beloved, to Adam,our former first Finnlatter and our grocerest churcher, as per Grippiths' varuations, for his beautiful crossmess parzel. Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the Rathgarries, wagging here about around the rhythms in me amphybed and he being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos. Alma Luvia, Pollabella. P.S. Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies. Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too. Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes in. And robins in crews so. It is for me goolden wending. Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm. Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider! You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me to slump. But am good and rested. Taks to you, toddy, tan ye! Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues. A comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your