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  long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm.
 
  long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm.
 
  Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a
 
  Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a
  fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and
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  fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, [[none for a Cole]]. Rise up now and
 
  aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called
 
  aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called
 
  me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!
 
  me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!

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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