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a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop. | a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop. | ||
But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it. And there was a wild | But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it. And there was a wild | ||
− | old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere | + | old [[grannewwail]] that [[laurency night of starshootings]] somewhere |
in Erio. And the [[prankquean]] went for her forty years' walk in | in Erio. And the [[prankquean]] went for her forty years' walk in | ||
Turnlemeem and [[she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top into the jiminy|she punched the curses of cromcruwell with]] | Turnlemeem and [[she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top into the jiminy|she punched the curses of cromcruwell with]] |
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the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet, wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher. And the prank- quean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flack- ering from the hillcombs. And she made her witter before the wicked, saying: Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease? And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her madesty. So her madesty 'a forethought' set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl von Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop. But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it. And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix to touch him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian. So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was back again at Jarl von Hoother's and the Larryhill with her under her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm? And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantry- box, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!), ant the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the watercloth, kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing, like knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy. And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twink- ling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking: Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of por- ter pease? But that was how the skirtmishes endupped. For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of-lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, came hip hop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles, in his broadginger hat and his civic chol- lar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his fur-