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	geomater. And if you flung her headdress on
	her from under her highlows you'd wheeze
	whyse Salmonson set his seel on a hexen-
Destiny, In-	gown.1 Hissss!, Arrah, go on! Fin for fun!
flunce of Design	You've spat your shower like a son of Sibernia
upon.	but let's have at it! Subtend to me now! Pisk!
	Outer serpumstances beiug ekewilled, we care-
	fully, if she pleats, lift by her seam hem and
	jabote at the spidsiest of her trickkikant (like
	thousands done before since fillies calpered.
	Ocone ! Ocone !) the maidsapron of our A.L.P.,
	fearfully! till its nether nadir is vortically where
	(allow me aright to two cute winkles) its naval's
Prometheus or	napex will have to beandbe. You must proach
the Promise of	near mear for at is dark. Lob. And light
Provision.	your mech. Jeldy! And this is what you'll say.2
	Waaaaaa. Tch! Sluice! Pla! And their, redneck,
	(for addn't we to gayatsee with Puhl the Pun-
	kah's bell?)mygh and thy, the living spit of
	dead waters, 3 fastness firm of Hurdlebury Fenn,
	discinct and isoplural in its (your sow to
	the duble) sixuous parts, flument, fluvey and
	fluteous, midden wedge of the stream's your
	muddy old triagonal delta, fiho miho, plain
	for you now, appia lippia pluvaville, (hop the
	hula, girls!) the no niggard spot of her safety
	vulve, first of all usquiluteral threeingles, (and
	why wouldn't she sit cressloggedlike the lass
	that lured a tailor?) the constant of fluxion,
	Mahamewetma, pride of the province 4 and
	when that tidled boare rutches up from the
	Afrantic, allaph quaran's his bett und bier! 5
1 The chape of Doña Speranza of the Nacion.
2 Ugol egal ogle. Mi vidim Mi.
3 It is, it is Sangannon's dream.
4 And all meinkind.
5 Whangpoos the paddle and whiss whee whoo.