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ing. Hoots fromm, we're globing. Why hidest
 
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thou hinder thy husband his name? Leda, Lada,
 
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aflutter-afraida, so does your girdle grow!
 
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Willed without witting, whorled without
 
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aimed. Pappapassos, Mammamanet, warwhets-
 
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wut and whowitswhy. 1 But it's tails for
 
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toughs and titties for totties and come
 
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buckets come-bats till deeleet. 2
 
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; ; Dark ages clasp the daisy roots, Stop, if you
 
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are a sally of the allies, hot off Minnowaurs
 
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and naval actiums, picked engagements and
 
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banks of rowers. Please stop if you're a
 
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B.C. minding missy, please do. But should
 
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you prefer A.D. stepplease. And if you miss
 
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with a venture it serves you girly well glad.
 
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But, holy Janus, I was forgetting the Blitzen-
 
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kopfs! Here, Hengegst and Horsesauce, take
 
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your heads 3 out of that taletub! And leave
 
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your hinnyhennyhindyou! It's haunted. The
 
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chamber. Of errings. Whoan, tug, trace,
 
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stirrup! It is distinctly understouttered that,
 
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sense you threehandshighs put your twofoot-
 
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large timepates in that dead wash of Lough
 
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Murph and until such time pace one and the
 
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same Messherrn the grinning statesmen, Brock
 
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and Leon, have shunted the grumbling
 
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coundedtouts, Starlin and Ser Artur Ghinis.
 
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Foamous homely brew, bebattled by bottle,
 
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gageure de guegerre. 4  Bull igien bear and
 
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then bearagain bulligan. Gringrin gringrin.
 
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Staffs varsus herds and bucks vursus barks.
 
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1 What's that ma'am? says I. 
   2 As you say yourself. 
   3 That's the lethemuse but it washes off. 
   4 Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the 
pepettes of our lovelives.