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Jump to navigationJump to searchWant to join the police. 1 You know, you were | ||
always one of the bright ones, since a foot | ||
made you an unmentionable, fakes ! You know, | ||
you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal | ||
to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you | ||
are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so | ||
you will, one of these invernal days but you | ||
will be, carrotty! 2 | ||
Primanouriture | Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look | SICK US A |
and Ultimo- | time he stop long ground who here hurry he | SOCK WITH |
geniture. | would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet | SOME SEDI- |
me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's3 | MENT IN IT | |
and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws | FOR THE | |
at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and | SAKE OF OUR | |
could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the | DARNING | |
rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo I read, such a | WIVES. | |
spanish, escribibis, all your mycoscoups) wont | ||
to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to | ||
me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor | ||
for, while that Other by the halp of his creac- | ||
tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from | ||
the booty of fight our Same with the holp | ||
of the bounty of food sought to delubberate | ||
the mess from his corructive mund, with his | ||
muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking | ||
with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and | ||
spirals' wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil- | ||
ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see | ||
around the waste of noland's browne jesus 4 | ||
(thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin | ||
No Sturm. No | sweat the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!) | |
Drang. | in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam- | |
1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey? | ||
2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups. | ||
3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will? | ||
4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits! |