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cannibal king to the property horse, being,slumply and slopely, to
remind us how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and
Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every
lad and lass in the lane knows. Hence.
    Polycarp pool, the pool of Innalavia, Saras the saft as, of 
meadewy marge, atween Deltas Piscium and Sagittariastrion,
whereinn once we lave 'tis alve and vale, minnyhahing here from
hiarwather, a poddlebridges in a passabed, the river of lives, the
regenerations of the incarnations of the emanations of the appa-
rentations of Funn and Nin in Cleethabala, the kongdomain of
the Alieni, an accorsaired race, infester of Libnud Ocean, Moyla-
more, let it be! Where Allbroggt Neandser tracking Viggynette
Neeinsee gladsighted her Linfian Fall and a teamdiggingharrow
turned the first sod. Sluce! Caughterect! Goodspeed the blow!
(Incidentally 'tis believed that his harpened before Gage's Fane
for it has to be over this booty spotch, though some hours to
the wester, that ex-Colonel House's preterpost heiress is to re-
turn unto the outstretcheds of Dweyr O'Michael's loinsprung
the blunterbusted pikehead which his had hewn in hers,pro-
longed laughter words). There an alomdree begins to green,
soreen seen for loveseat, as we know that should she, for by
essentience his law, so it make all. It is scainted to Vitalba. And
her little white bloomkins, twittersky trimmed, are hobdoblins'
hankypanks. Saxenslyke our anscessers thought so darely on
now they're going soever to Anglesen, free of juties, dyrt chapes.
There too a slab slobs, immermemorial, the only in all swamp.
But so bare, so boulder, brag sagging such a brr bll bmm show
that, of Barindens, the white alfred, it owed to have at leased
some butchup's upperon. Homos Circas Elochlannensis! His
showplace at Leeambye. Old Wommany Wyes. Pfif! But, while
gleam with gloom swan here and there, this shame rock and that
whispy planter tell Paudheen Steel-the-Poghue and his perty
Molly Vardant, in goodbroomirish, arrah, this place is a proper
and his feist a ferial for curdnal communial, so be who would
celibrate the holy mystery upon or that the pirigrim from Mainy-
lands beatend, the calmleaved hutcaged by that look whose glaum