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all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti- | all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti- | ||
cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our | cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our | ||
| − | Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz- | + | Finnius the old One, as [[highly charged with electrons]] as hophaz- |
ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo- | ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo- | ||
menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as | menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as | ||
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Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last, | Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last, | ||
on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never put a dramn | on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never put a dramn | ||
| − | in the swags but milk from a national cowse. That was the prick | + | in the swags but milk from a national cowse. [[That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland|That was the prick |
| − | + | ]][[That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland|of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland]]. Sneakers | |
in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head, | in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head, | ||
whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws,namely, and their | whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws,namely, and their | ||
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lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest | lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest | ||
can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses | can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses | ||
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Latest revision as of 20:11, 22 August 2009
of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum- cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation, all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti- cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz- ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo- menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs. Of cause, so! And in effect, as? Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time. Mucksrats which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be first born like he was with a twohangled warpon and it was between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we think of him looking at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. When he woke up in a sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks, me having an airth, but he daydreamsed we had a lovelyt face for a pulltomine. Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last, on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never put a dramn in the swags but milk from a national cowse. That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head, whisperers for his accomodation, the me craws,namely, and their bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thinthin thin- thin. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commend- mant to shall not bare full sweetness against a nighboor's wiles. What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, (the lies is coming out on them frecklefully) had the shames to suggest can we ever? Never! So may the low forget him their trespasses
