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carnons but more | hander, 1 free of his florid future and the other | THE DUNG- | |
pulfers turnips. | singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars, | MOUND. | |
Omnitudes in a | gale with a blost to him, dove without gall. | SIGNIFI- | |
knutshedell. | And she, of the jilldaw’s nest 2 who tears up | CANCE OF | |
For all us kids | lettereens she never apposed a pen upon. 3 Yet | THE INFRA- | |
under his aegis. | sung of love and the monster man. What’s | LIMINAL IN- | |
Saving the public | Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough, | TELLIGENCE. | |
his health. | ough, brieve kindli! 4 | OFFRANDES. | |
Superlative abso- | Dogs’ vespers are anending. Vespertilia- | | |
lute of Porter- | bitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke | | |
stown. | to sate with Becchus. Zumbock! Achevre! | | |
| Yet wind will be ere fadervor 5 and the hour of | | |
| fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls | | |
| or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking | | |
| out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!) | | |
| long ’tis till gets bright that all cocks waken | | |
| and birds Diana 6 with dawnsong hail. Aught | | |
| darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepee- | | |
| strilling. At Brannan’s on the moor. At Tam | | |
| Fanagan’s weak yat his still’s going strang. | | |
| And still here is noctules and can tell things | | |
| acommon on by that fluffy feeling. Larges | | |
| loomy wheelhouse to bodgbox 7 lumber up | | |
| with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep | | |
| is peace who follow his law, Sunday | | |
| 1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers | | |
and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our | | ||
hoydenname. | | ||
2 My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to | | ||
keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing | | ||
Holmes. | | ||
3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon’s | | ||
increscent. | | ||
4 Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle | | ||
black. | | ||
Moopetsi meepotsi | | ||
5 I was so snug off in my apholster’s creedle but at long leash I’ll | | ||
stretch | | ||
more capritious in his dapplepied bed. | | ||
6 Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips. | | ||
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Why so mucky | King. 1 His sevencoloured’s soot (Ochone! | | |
pick bridges | Ochonal!) 2 and his imponence one heap lump- | | |
span our Flumi- | block (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like | | |
nian road. | weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnral- | | |
P.C. Helmut’s in | ly, 3 where every feaster’s a foster’s other, fian- | | |
the cottonwood, | nians all. 4 The wellingbreast, he willing giant, | | |
listnin. | the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To | | |
The throne is an | obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity | | |
umbrella strande | what’ll yet meek Mike 5 our diputy mimber when | | |
and a sceptre’s a | he’s head on poll and Peter’s burgess and Miss | | |
stick. | Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse | | |
Jady jewel, our | gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning | | |
daktar deer. | lives yet and will return after great deap sleap | | |
Gautamed bud- | rerising and a white night high with a cows of | | |
ders deossiphys- | Drommhiem as shower as there’s a wet en- | | |
ing our Theas. | clouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a | | |
By lineal in pon- | truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams | |