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granyou and Vae Vinctis, if that is what lamoor that of gentle
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breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it's
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life that's all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven
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help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced
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diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improv-
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ing of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted
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before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in-
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dices, it agins to pear like it,par my fay,and there is no use for your
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pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood
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claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green 1 to take
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warning by the prispast, why?, by cows <IMG SRC="sigla/thust.gif" ALT=":." HEIGHT=14 WIDTH=14> man, in shirt, is how
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he is più la gonna è mobile and <IMG SRC="sigla/there4t.gif" ALT=".:" HEIGHT=14 WIDTH=14> they wonet do ut; and, an you
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could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded
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goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was
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you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a
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jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands
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derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that
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but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled à la Mer
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pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman
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would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words
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whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and
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equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your
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launer's lightsome or your soulard's schwearmood, it is that,
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whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will
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hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as
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dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to
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the march of a landsmaul, 2 in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on-
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ward 3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi-
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cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of
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whisth to you sternly how  ; ;  ; Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic
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yearlings  ; ;  ; you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line
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somewhawre)
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