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its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking | its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking | ||
there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh, | there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh, | ||
| − | militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the | + | militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a [[muddy kissmans]] to the |
| − | minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest | + | minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for [[happinest]] |
childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we | childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we | ||
| − | sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to | + | [[sallybright]]. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to |
pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled | pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled | ||
goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy | goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy | ||
| − | spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps, | + | spattees and [[flasks]] of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps, |
keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with | keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with | ||
bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and [[masses of]] | bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and [[masses of]] | ||
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of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and | of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and | ||
ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that | ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that | ||
| − | come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw | + | come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest [[sin]] the sunsaw |
| − | (that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. | + | ([[that's cearc]]!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. |
Undo lives 'end. Slain. | Undo lives 'end. Slain. | ||
How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore- | How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore- | ||
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The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail, 'tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom- cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv! Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme- rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh, militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps, keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw (that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. Undo lives 'end. Slain. How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore- bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti- cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture)
