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with your 
pullets.
contention,
thinkling
blessed
the
the
poulit,
is
hued and cried of each's colour.
    Home all go. Halome. Blare no more ramsblares, oddmund 
barkes! And cease your fumings, kindalled bushies! And sherri-
goldies yeassymgnays; your wildeshaweshowe moves swiftly
sterneward! For here the holy language. Soons to come. To
pausse.
    'Tis goed. Het best. 
    For they are now tearing, that is, teartoretorning. Too soon 
are coming tasbooks and goody, hominy bread and bible bee,
with jaggery-yo to juju-jaw, Fine's French phrases from the
Grandmere des Grammaires and bothered parsenaps from the
Four Massores, Mattatias, Marusias, Lucanias, Jokinias, and what
happened to our eleven in thirtytwo antepostdating the Valgur
Eire and why is limbo where is he and what are the sound waves
saying ceased ere they all wayed wrong and Amnist anguished
axes Collis and where fishngaman fetched the mongafesh from
and whatfor paddybird notplease rancoon and why was Sindat
sitthing on him sitbom like a saildior, with what the doc did in the
doil, not to mention define the hydraulics of common salt and,
its denier crid of old provaunce, where G.P.O. is zentrum and
D.U.T.C. are radients write down by the frequency of the scores
and crores of your refractions the valuations in the pice of ding-
gyings on N.C.R. and S.C.R.
    That little cloud, a nibulissa, still hangs isky. Singabed sulks 
before slumber. Light at night has an alps on his druckhouse.
Thick head and thin butter or after you with me. Caspi, but
gueroligue stings the air. Gaylegs to riot of us!  Gallocks to lafft!