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	to scherts. 1 Scholium, there are trist sigheds to
	everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to
	the feared. Qued? Mother of us all! O, dear
	me, look at that now! I don't know is it your
	spictre or my omination but I'm glad you
	dimentioned it! My Lourde! My Lourde! If
	that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see! And
	a superpbosition! Quoint a quincidence! O.K.
Canine Venus	Omnius Kollidimus. As Ollover Krumwall
sublimated to	sayed when he slepped ueber his grannya-
Aulidic	mother. Kangaroose feathers. Who in the name
Aphrodite.	of thunder'd ever belevin you were that bolt?
	But you're holy mooxed and gaping up the
	wrong palce 2 as if you was seeheeing the gheist
	that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop
	domefool! Where's your belested loiternan's
	lamp? You must lap wandret down the bluish-
	ing refluction below. Her trunk's not her brain-
	box. Hear where the bolgylines, Yseen here the
	puncture. So he done it. Luck! See her good.
Exclusivism: the	Well, well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that's
Ors, Sors and	very lovely! We like Simperspreach Hammel-
Fors, which?	tones to fellow Selvertunes O'Haggans. 3 When
	he rolls over his ars and shows the hise of his
	heels. Vely lovely entilely! Like a yangsheep-
	slang with the tsifengtse. So analytical plaus-
	ible! And be the powers of Moll Kelly, neigh-
	bour topsowyer, it will be a lozenge to me all
	my lauffe. 4 More better twofeller we been speak
	copperads. Ever thought about Guinness's?
	And the regrettable Parson Rome's advice?
1 Hen's bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
2 I call that a scumhead.
3 Pure chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble. Gee
each owe tea eye smells fish. That's U.
4 The Doodles family, File:HCE.PNG, Δ, ⊣, ×, □. ⋀, ⊏. Hoodle doodle,
fam.?