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yoeureeke of his spectrescope and why he was off colour and how
he was ambothed upon by the very spit of himself, first on the
cheekside by Michelangelo and, besouns thats, over on the owld
jowly side by Bill C. Babby, and the suburb's formule why they
provencials drollo eggspilled him out of his homety dometry nar-
rowedknee domum (osco de basco de pesco de bisco!) because
all his creature comfort was an omulette finas erbas in an ark finis
orbe and, no master how mustered, mind never mend, he could
neither swuck in nonneither swimp in the flood of cecialism and
the best and schortest way of blacking out a caughtalock of all
the sorrors of Sexton until he would accoster her coume il fou in
teto-dous as a wagoner would his mudheeldy wheesindonk at
their trist in Parisise after tourments of tosend years, bread cast
out on waters, making goods at mutuurity, Mondamoiseau of
Casanuova and Mademoisselle from Armentières. Neblonovi's
Nivonovio! Nobbio and Nuby in ennoviacion! Occitantitempoli!
He would si through severalls of sanctuaries maywhatmay might-
whomight so as to meet somewhere,if produced,on a demi pans-
sion for his whole lofetime, payment in goo to slee music and
poisonal comfany, following which, like Ipsey Secumbe, when he
fingon to foil the fluter, she could have all the g. s. M. she moo-
hooed after fore and rickwards to herslF, including science of
sonorous silence, while he, being brung up on soul butter, have
recourse of course to poetry. With tears for his coronaichon,
such as engines weep. Was liffe worth leaving? Nej!
    Tholedoth, treetrene! Zokrahsing, stone! Arty, reminiscen- 
sitive, at bandstand finale on grand carriero, dreaming largesse
of lifesighs over early lived offs      all old Sators of the Sowsceptre
highly nutritius family histrionic, genitricksling with Avus and
Avia, that simple pair, and descendant down on veloutypads by a
vuncular process to Nurus and Noverca,those notorious nepotists,
circumpictified in their sobrine census, patriss all of them by the
glos on their germane faces and their socerine eyes like transparents
of vitricus, patruuts to a man, the archimade levirs of his ekonome
world. Remember thee, castle throwen? Ones propsperups treed,
now stohong baroque. And oil paint use a pumme if yell trace