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if have faded from the fleur,1 their arms
enlocked, (ringrang, the chimes of sex appeal-
Telltale me all ing as conchitas with sentas stray,2 rung!), all
of annaryllies. thinking all of it, the It with an itch in it, the All
every inch of it, the pleasure each will preen her
for, the business each was bred to breed by.3
    Soon jemmijohns will cudgel about some EARLY
a rhythmatick or other over Browne and NOTIONS OF
Nolan's divisional tables whereas she, of ACQUIRED
Will you carry minions' novence charily being cupid, for RIGHTS AND
my can and mug's wumping, grooser's grubbiness, andt's THE INFLU-
fight the fairies? avarice and grossopper's grandegaffe, with her ENCE OF
tootpettypout of jemenfichue will sit and knit COLLECTIVE
on solfa sofa.4 Stew of the evening, booksyful TRADITION
stew. And a bodikin a boss in the Thimble UPON THE
Theatre. But all is her-inbourne. Intend. From INDIVIDUAL.
Allma Mathers, gramma's grammar she has it that if there is a
Auctioneer. third person, mascarine, phelinine or nuder,
being spoken abad it moods prosodes from a
person speaking to her second which is the
direct object that has been spoken to, with and
at. Take the dative with his oblative5 for, even
if obsolete, it is always of interest, so spake
gramma on the impetus of her imperative, only
mind your genderous towards his reflexives
Old Gavelkind such that I was to your grappa (Bott's trousend,
the Gamper and hore a man uff!) when him was me hedon6
he's as daff as and mine, what the lewdy saying, his analec-
you're erse. tual pygmyhop.7 There is comfortism in the
                1 One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.
                2 Making it up as we goes along.
                3 The law of the jungerl.
                4 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
                5 I'd like his pink's cheek.
                6 Frech devil in red hairing! So that's why you ran away to sea, Mrs
        Lappy. Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed!
                7 A washable lovable floatable doll.