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O salutary! Sustain our firm solitude, thou who thou well | O salutary! Sustain our firm solitude, thou who thou well | ||
strokest! Hear, Hairy ones! We have sued thee but late. Beauty | strokest! Hear, Hairy ones! We have sued thee but late. Beauty | ||
| − | parlous!) when suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mer- | + | parlous!) when suddenly (how like a woman!), [[swifter]] as mer- |
| − | cury he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with | + | cury he wheels right round [[starnly]] on the Rizzies suddenly, with |
| − | his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to | + | his gimlets blazing rather [[sternish]] (how black like thunder!), to |
see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he | see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he | ||
sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of | sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of | ||
the earth!) after which he pondered and finally he replied: | the earth!) after which he pondered and finally he replied: | ||
| − | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE>There is some thing more. A word apparting and shall the | |
heart's tone be silent. Engagements, I'll beseal you! Fare thee | heart's tone be silent. Engagements, I'll beseal you! Fare thee | ||
well, fairy well! All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers | well, fairy well! All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers | ||
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neck and necklike Derby and June to our snug eternal retribu- | neck and necklike Derby and June to our snug eternal retribu- | ||
tion's reward (the scorchhouse). Shunt us! shunt us! shunt us! | tion's reward (the scorchhouse). Shunt us! shunt us! shunt us! | ||
| − | If you want to be felixed come and be parked. Sacred ease there! | + | If you want to be [[felixed come and be parked]]. Sacred ease there! |
The seanad and pobbel queue's remainder. To it, to it! Seekit | The seanad and pobbel queue's remainder. To it, to it! Seekit | ||
headup! No petty family squabbles Up There nor homemade | headup! No petty family squabbles Up There nor homemade | ||
Latest revision as of 17:46, 5 February 2018
sole and myopper must hereupon part company. So for e'er fare
thee welt! Parting's fun. Take thou, the wringle's thine, love.
This dime doth trost thee from mine alms. Goodbye, swisstart,
goodbye! Haugh! Haugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be
often thought reading ye between lines that do have no sense at
all. I sign myself. With much leg. Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht
the Shorn. To be continued. Huck!
Something of a sidesplitting nature must have occurred to
westminstrel Jaunathaun for a grand big blossy hearty stenor-
ious laugh (even Drudge that lay doggo thought feathers fell)
hopped out of his wooly's throat like a ball lifted over the
head of a deep field, at the bare thought of how jolly they'd like
to be trolling his whoop and all of them truetotypes in missam-
men massness were just starting to spladher splodher with the
jolly magorios, hicky hecky hock, huges huges huges, hughy
hughy hughy, O Jaun, so jokable and so geepy, O, (Thou pure!
Our virgin! Thou holy! Our health! Thou strong! Our victory!
O salutary! Sustain our firm solitude, thou who thou well
strokest! Hear, Hairy ones! We have sued thee but late. Beauty
parlous!) when suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mer-
cury he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with
his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to
see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he
sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of
the earth!) after which he pondered and finally he replied:
There is some thing more. A word apparting and shall the
heart's tone be silent. Engagements, I'll beseal you! Fare thee
well, fairy well! All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers
in layers all the thumping time, begor, the young gloria's gang
voices the old doxologers, in the suburrs of the heavenly gardens,
once we shall have passed, after surceases, all serene through
neck and necklike Derby and June to our snug eternal retribu-
tion's reward (the scorchhouse). Shunt us! shunt us! shunt us!
If you want to be felixed come and be parked. Sacred ease there!
The seanad and pobbel queue's remainder. To it, to it! Seekit
headup! No petty family squabbles Up There nor homemade
