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  <I>    your toughts, turffers!) to deck the ace of duds. Tomtinker Tim, </I>
 
  <I>    your toughts, turffers!) to deck the ace of duds. Tomtinker Tim, </I>
 
  <I>    howbeit, his unremitting retainer, (the seers are the seers of </I>
 
  <I>    howbeit, his unremitting retainer, (the seers are the seers of </I>
  <I>    Samael but the heers are the heers of Timoth) is in Boozer's </I>
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  <I>    [[Samael]] but the heers are the heers of Timoth) is in Boozer's </I>
 
  <I>    Gloom, soalken steady in his sulken tents. Baldawl the curse, </I>
 
  <I>    Gloom, soalken steady in his sulken tents. Baldawl the curse, </I>
  <I>    baledale the day! And the frocks of shick sheeples in their shum- </I>
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  <I>    baledale the day! And the frocks of [[shick sheeples]] in their shum- </I>
 
  <I>    mering insamples! You see: a chiefsmith, semperal scandal </I>
 
  <I>    mering insamples! You see: a chiefsmith, semperal scandal </I>
 
  <I>    stinkmakers, a middinest from the Casabianca and, of course, </I>
 
  <I>    stinkmakers, a middinest from the Casabianca and, of course, </I>
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  <I>    hood? Because among nosoever circusdances is to be apprehended </I>
 
  <I>    hood? Because among nosoever circusdances is to be apprehended </I>
 
  <I>    the dustungwashed poltronage of the lost Gabbarnaur-Jaggar- </I>
 
  <I>    the dustungwashed poltronage of the lost Gabbarnaur-Jaggar- </I>
  <I>    nath. Pamjab! Gross Jumpiter, whud was thud? Luckluckluck- </I>
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  <I>    nath. Pamjab! Gross Jumpiter, whud was thud? [[Luckluckluckluckluckluckluck|Luckluckluck-]] </I>
  <I>    luckluckluckluck! It is the Thousand to One Guinea-Gooseberry's </I>
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  <I>    [[Luckluckluckluckluckluckluck|luckluckluckluck!]] It is the Thousand to One Guinea-Gooseberry's </I>
 
  <I>    Lipperfull Slipver Cup. Hold hard, ridesiddle titelittle Pitsy </I>
 
  <I>    Lipperfull Slipver Cup. Hold hard, ridesiddle titelittle Pitsy </I>
 
  <I>    Riley! Gurragrunch, gurragrunch! They are at the turn of the </I>
 
  <I>    Riley! Gurragrunch, gurragrunch! They are at the turn of the </I>

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     somedever morally absent, was slooching about in his knavish 
     diamonds asking Gmax, Knox and the Dmuggies (a pinnance for 
     your toughts, turffers!) to deck the ace of duds. Tomtinker Tim, 
     howbeit, his unremitting retainer, (the seers are the seers of 
     Samael but the heers are the heers of Timoth) is in Boozer's 
     Gloom, soalken steady in his sulken tents. Baldawl the curse, 
     baledale the day! And the frocks of shick sheeples in their shum- 
     mering insamples! You see: a chiefsmith, semperal scandal 
     stinkmakers, a middinest from the Casabianca and, of course, 
     Mr Fry. Barass! Pardon the inquisition, causas es quostas? 
     It is Da Valorem's Dominical Brayers. Why coif that weird 
     hood? Because among nosoever circusdances is to be apprehended 
     the dustungwashed poltronage of the lost Gabbarnaur-Jaggar- 
     nath. Pamjab! Gross Jumpiter, whud was thud? Luckluckluck- 
     luckluckluckluck! It is the Thousand to One Guinea-Gooseberry's 
     Lipperfull Slipver Cup. Hold hard, ridesiddle titelittle Pitsy 
     Riley! Gurragrunch, gurragrunch! They are at the turn of the 
     fourth of the hurdles. By the hross of Xristos, Holophullopopu- 
     lace is a shote of excramation! Bumchub! Emancipator, the 
     Creman hunter (Major Hermyn C. Entwhistle) with dramatic 
     effect reproducing the form of famous sires on the scene of the 
     formers triumphs, is showing the eagle's way to Mr Whayte- 
     hayte's three buy geldings Homo Made Ink, Bailey Beacon 
     and Ratatuohy while Furstin II and The Other Girl (Mrs 
     'Boss' Waters, Leavybrink) too early spring dabbles, are showing 
     a clean pairofhids to Immensipater. Sinkathinks to oppen here! 
     To this virgin's tuft, on this golden of evens! I never sought of 
     sinkathink. Our lorkmakor he is proformly annuysed He is 
     shinkly thinkly shaking in his schayns. Sat will be off follteedee. 
     This eeridreme has being effered you by Bett and Tipp. Tipp and 
     Bett, our swapstick quackchancers, in From Topphole to Bot- 
     tom of The Irish Race and World.] 
      
     TAFF (awary that the first sports report of Loudnin Reginald 
has now been afterthoughtfully colliberated by a saggind spurts
flash, takes the dipperend direction and, for tasing the tiomor of