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<table style="border-spacing: 20px 0"> <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> Want to join the police. <SUP>1</SUP> You know, you were</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
Want to join the police. <SUP>1</SUP> You know, you were
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> always one of the bright ones, since a foot</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
 
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> made you an unmentionable, fakes ! You know,</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
always one of the bright ones, since a foot
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
 
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> you will, one of these invernal days but you</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> will be, carrotty! <SUP>2</SUP></TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>      <I>Primanouriture</I>  </TD> <TD> &nbsp; &nbsp;  Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look</TD> <TD>     SICK US A      </TD>
made you an unmentionable,fakes ! You know,
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<TR> <TD>      <I>and Ultimo-</I>  </TD> <TD> time he stop long ground who here hurry he</TD>  <TD>      SOCK WITH      </TD>
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<TR> <TD>      <I>geniture.</I>   </TD> <TD> would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet</TD> <TD>     SOME SEDI-      </TD>
you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's<SUP>3</SUP></TD> <TD>    MENT IN IT      </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws</TD> <TD>    FOR THE      </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and</TD> <TD>    SAKE OF OUR      </TD> </TR>
to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the</TD> <TD>    DARNING      </TD> </TR>
 
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> rinnerung and to ate by hart (<I>leo</I> I read, such a</TD> <TD>    WIVES.     </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> spanish, <I>escribibis</I>, all your mycoscoups) wont</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
 
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> for, while that Other by the halp of his creac-</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> the booty of fight our Same with the holp</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
you will, one of these invernal days but you
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> of the bounty of food sought to delubberate</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
 
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> the mess from his corructive mund, with his</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
will be,carrotty! <SUP>2</SUP>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> spirals' wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil-</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
 
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see</TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> around the waste of noland's browne jesus <SUP>4</SUP></TD>  <TD> </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> (thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin</TD>  <TD>  </TD> </TR>
; ;  Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look
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<TR> <TD> <I>No Sturm. No</I> </TD> <TD> sweat the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!)</TD>  <TD>  </TD> </TR>
 
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<TR> <TD> <I>Drang.</I> </TD> <TD> in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam-</TD>  <TD>  </TD> </TR>
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  <TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <SUP>1</SUP> Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey? </TD> </TR>
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  <TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  <SUP>2</SUP>  Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups. </TD> </TR>
time he stop long ground who here hurry he
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  <TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  <SUP>3</SUP>  Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will? </TD> </TR>
 
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  <TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  <SUP>4</SUP>  What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits! </TD> </TR>
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would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet
 
 
 
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me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's<SUP>3</SUP>
 
 
 
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and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws
 
 
 
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at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and
 
 
 
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could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the
 
 
 
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rinnerung and to ate by hart (<I>leo</I> I read, such a
 
 
 
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spanish, <I>escribibis</I>, all your mycoscoups) wont
 
 
 
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to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.18">18</FONT>
 
 
me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor
 
 
 
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for, while that Other by the halp of his creac-
 
 
 
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tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.21">21</FONT>
 
 
the booty of fight our Same with the holp
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.22">22</FONT>
 
 
of the bounty of food sought to delubberate
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.23">23</FONT>
 
 
the mess from his corructive mund, with his
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.24">24</FONT>
 
 
muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.25">25</FONT>
 
 
with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.26">26</FONT>
 
 
spirals' wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil-
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.27">27</FONT>
 
 
ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.28">28</FONT>
 
 
around the waste of noland's browne jesus <SUP>4</SUP>
 
 
 
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(thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin
 
 
 
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sweat the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!)
 
 
 
?FP=300.31">31</FONT>
 
 
in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam-
 
 
 
  ?FP=300.32">32</FONT>
 
  Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey? </FONT>
 
  Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups. </FONT>
 
  Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will? </FONT>
 
  What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits! </FONT>
 
 
 

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Want to join the police. 1 You know, you were
always one of the bright ones, since a foot
made you an unmentionable, fakes ! You know,
you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal
to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you
are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so
you will, one of these invernal days but you
will be, carrotty! 2
Primanouriture     Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look SICK US A
and Ultimo- time he stop long ground who here hurry he SOCK WITH
geniture. would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet SOME SEDI-
me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's3 MENT IN IT
and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws FOR THE
at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and SAKE OF OUR
could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the DARNING
rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo I read, such a WIVES.
spanish, escribibis, all your mycoscoups) wont
to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to
me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor
for, while that Other by the halp of his creac-
tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from
the booty of fight our Same with the holp
of the bounty of food sought to delubberate
the mess from his corructive mund, with his
muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking
with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and
spirals' wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil-
ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see
around the waste of noland's browne jesus 4
(thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin
No Sturm. No sweat the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!)
Drang. in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam-
            1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
            2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
            3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?
            4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits!