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| and the face in the treebark feigns afear. This | MODES COA- | |
| is rainstones ringing. Strangely cult for this | LESCING | |
| ceasing of the yore. But Erigureen is ever. | PROLIFER- | |
| Pot price pon patrilinear plop, if the osseletion | ATE HOMO- | |
| of the onkring gives omen nome? Since alls | GENUINE | |
| war that end war let sports be leisure and | HOMOGEN- | |
| bring and buy fair. Ah ah athclete, blest your | EITY. | |
| bally bathfeet! Towntoquest, fortorest, the | ||
| hour that hies is hurley. A halt for hearsake. 1 | ||
| 1 Come, smooth of my slate, to the beat of my blosh! With all these gelded | ||
| ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms three's so much | ||
| more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of | ||
| putting an end to myself and my malody, when I remembered all your pupil- | ||
| teacher's erringnesses in perfection class. You sh'undn't write you can't if you | ||
| w'udn't pass for undevelopmented. This is the propper way to say that, Sr. If | ||
| it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it as sure as | ||
| there's a key in my kiss. Quick erit faciofacey. When we will conjugate to- | ||
| gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour, verbe de vie | ||
| and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for | ||
| ever. Your are me severe? Then rue. My intended, Jr, who I'm throne away | ||
| on, (here he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon) when I slip through my pettigo | ||
| I'll get my decree and take seidens when I'm not ploughed first by some | ||
| Rolando the Lasso, and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my collage | ||
| juniorees who, though they flush fuchsia, are they octette and virginity in my | ||
| shade but always my figurants. They may be yea of my year but they're nary | ||
| nay of my day. Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pry | ||
| they'll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending mar- | ||
| riage. Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the gamest | ||
| game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuring trot is her and she | ||
| vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive d'Oyly | ||
| and Winnie Carr, bejupers, they reized the dressing of a salandmon and how a | ||
| peeper coster and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwaimen. It most have | ||
| bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrine von Terrefin. | ||
| Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all should | ||
| I forget to) bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn't it just divining that dog of a dag | ||
| in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt's altar, as cooledas as cul- | ||
| cumbre, slapping my straights till the sloping ruins, postillion, postallion, a | ||
| swinge a swank, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them horners | ||
| stagstruck on the leasward! Don't be of red, you blanching mench! This | ||
| Isabella I'm on knows the ruelles of the rut and she don't fear andy mandy. So | ||
| sing loud, sweet cheeriot, like anegreon in heaven! The good fother with the | ||
| twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with | ||
| for our allmichael good. Amum. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth | ||
| is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it's the surplice money, oh my young | ||
| friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the | ||
| clothes. | ||
