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     The older sisars (Tyrants, regicide is too good for you!) be- 
come unbeurrable from age, (the compositor of the farce of
dustiny however makes a thunpledrum mistake by letting off this
pienofarte effect as his furst act as that is where the juke comes
in) having been sort-of-nineknived and chewly removed (this
soldier - author - batman for all his commontoryism is just
another of those souftsiezed bubbles who never quite got the
sandhurst out of his eyes so that the champaign he draws for us
is as flop as a plankrieg) the twinfreer types are billed to make
their reupprearance as the knew kneck and knife knickknots on
the deserted champ de bouteilles. (A most cursery reading into the
Persic-Uraliens hostery shows us how Fonnumagula picked
up that propper numen out of a colluction of prifixes though to 
the permienting cannasure the Coucousien oafsprung of this
sun of a kuk is as sattin as there's a tub in Tobolosk) Ostiak
della Vogul Marina! But that I dannoy the fact of wanton to
weste point I could paint you to that butter (cheese it!) if you
had some wash. Mordvealive! Oh me none onsens! Why the
case is as inessive and impossive as kezom hands! Their inter-
locative is conprovocative just as every hazzy hates to having a
hazbane in her noze. Caseous may bethink himself a thought of
a caviller but Burrus has the reachly roundered head that goes
best with thofthinking defensive fideism. He has the lac of wis-
dom under every dent in his lofter while the other follow's
onni vesy milky indeedmymy. Laughing over the linnuts and
weeping off the uniun. He hisn't the hey og he lisn't the lug,
poohoo. And each night sim misses mand he winks he had the
semagen. It was aptly and corrigidly stated (and, it is royally
needless for one ex ungue Leonem to say by whom) that his
seeingscraft was that clarety as were the wholeborough of Poutres-
bourg to be averlaunched over him pitchbatch he could still make
out with his augstritch the green moat in Ireland's Eye. Let me
sell you the fulltroth of Burrus when he wore a younker. Here
it is, and chorming too, in six by sevens! A cleanly line, by the
gods! A king off duty and a jaw for ever! And what a cheery
ripe outlook, good help me Deus v Deus! If I were to speak