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gipsylike chinkaminx pulshandjupeyjade and | |||
her petsybluse indecked o' voylets.1 When | |||
who was wist was ware. En elv, et fjaell. And | |||
the whirr of the whins humming us howe. | |||
His hume. Hencetaking tides we haply return, | |||
trumpeted by prawns and ensigned with sea- | |||
kale, to befinding ourself when old is said in | |||
one and maker mates with made (O my!), | |||
having conned the cones and meditated the | |||
mured and pondered the pensils and ogled the | |||
olymp and delighted in her dianaphous and | |||
cacchinated behind his culosses, before a | |||
Swiney Tod, ye | mosoleum. Length Withought Breath, of him, | ||
Daimon Barbar! | a chump of the evums, upshoot of picnic or | ||
stupor out of sopor, Cave of Kids or Hyma- | |||
nian Glattstoneburg, denary, danery, donnery, | |||
Dig him in the | domm, who, entiringly as he continues highly- | ||
rubsh! | fictional, tumulous under his chthonic exterior | ||
Ungodly old Ard- | but plain Mr Tumulty in muftilife,2 in his an- | ||
rey, Cronwall | tisipiences as in his recognisances, is, (Dominic | ||
beeswaxing the | Directus) a manyfeast munificent more mob | ||
convulsion box. | than man. | ||
Ainsoph,3 this upright one, with that | CONSTITU- | ||
noughty besighed him zeroine. To see in his | TION OF THE | ||
horrorscup he is mehrkurios than saltz of | CONSTITU- | ||
sulphur. Terror of the noonstruck by day, | TIONABLE AS | ||
cryptogam of each nightly bridable. But, to | CONSTITU- | ||
speak broken heaventalk, is he? Who is he? | TIONAL. | ||
Whose is he? Why is he? Howmuch is he? | |||
Which is he? When is he? Where is he?4 How | |||
is he? And what the decans is there about him | |||
1When we play dress grownup at alla ludo poker you'll be happnessised | |||
to feel how fetching I can look in clingarounds. | |||
2Kellywick, Longfellow's Lodgings, House of Comments III, Cake Walk, | |||
Amusing Avenue, Salt Hill, Co. Mahogany, Izalond, TerraFirma. | |||
3Groupname for grapejuice. | |||
4Bhing, said her burglar's head, soto poce. |