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only a pippappoff pigeon shoot that gracesold getrunner, the
man of centuries, was bowled out by judge, jury and umpire at
batman's biff like a witchbefooled legate. Dupe.
     His almonence being alaterelly in dispensation with his three 
oldher patrons' aid, providencer's divine cow to milkfeeding
mleckman, bonafacies to solafides, what matter what all his
freudzay or who holds his hat to harm him, let hutch just keep
on under at being a vanished consinent and let annapal livibel
prettily prattle a lude all her own. And be that semeliminal
salmon solemonly angled,ingate and outgate. A truce to lovecalls,
dulled in warclothes, maleybags, things and bleakhusen. Leave
the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes
to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of
solitude, sealed at night.
     Simply. As says the mug in the middle, nay brian nay noel, 
ney billy ney boney. Imagine twee cweamy wosen. Suppwose
you get a beautiful thought and cull them sylvias sub silence.
Then inmaggin a stotterer. Suppoutre him to been one bigger-
master Omnibil. Then lustily (tutu the font and tritt on the boks-
woods like gay feeters's dance) immengine up to three longly
lurking lobstarts. Fair instents the Will Woolsley Wellaslayers.
Pet her, pink him, play pranks with them. She will nod ampro-
perly smile. He may seem to appraisiate it. They are as piractical
jukersmen sure to paltipsypote. Feel the wollies drippeling out
of your fingathumbs. Says to youssilves (floweers have ears,
heahear!) solowly: So these ease Budlim! How do, dainty dau-
limbs? So peached to pick on you in this way, prue and simple,
pritt and spry! Heyday too, Malster Faunagon, and hopes your
hahititahiti licks the mankey nuts! And oodlum hoodlum dood-
lum to yes, Donn, Teague and Hurleg, who the bullocks brought
you here and how the hillocks are ye?
     We want Bud. We want Bud Budderly. We want Bud Budderly 
boddily. There he is in his Borrisalooner. The man that shunned
the rucks on Gereland. The man thut won the bettlle of the
bawll. Order, order, order, order! And tough. We call on Tan-
cred Artaxerxes Flavin to compeer with Barnabas Ulick Dunne.