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<table style="border-spacing: 20px 0"> <TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> [[Wince wan's won|wan's won]]! [[Rip!]] <SUP>1</SUP> And his [[countinghands]]</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> rose.</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; &nbsp; [[Formalisa]]. [[Loves deathhow simple]]!</TD> <TD>                        [[WITH EBONISER]]. </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> &nbsp; &nbsp; [[Slutningsbane]]. <SUP>2</SUP></TD> <TD> IN [[PIX]]. </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
rose.
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<TR> <TD> <i>[[Service superseding self|Service super-]]</i> </TD> <TD>&nbsp; &nbsp;   Thanks eversore much, [[Pointcarried]] ! I can't</TD> <TD> [[EUCHRE RISK|EUCHRE]] </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD> <i>[[Service superseding self|seding self]].</i> </TD> <TD> say if it's the weight you strike me to the</TD> <TD> [[EUCHRE RISK|RISK]], [[MERCI BUCKUP|MERCI]] </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>quick or that red mass I was looking at but at</TD> <TD> [[MERCI BUCKUP|BUCKUP]], AND </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
<TD>;  
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>the present momentum, potential as I am, [[I'm seeing rayingbogeys rings round me|I'm]]</TD> <TD> MIND WHO </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
<TD>; ; Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple!
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>[[I'm seeing rayingbogeys rings round me|seeing rayingbogeys rings round me]]. Honours</TD> <TD> YOU'RE </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
   
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> to you and may you be commended for our</TD> <TD> [[PUCKING]], </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
?FP=304.03">; 3
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> exhibitiveness! I'd love to take you for a</TD> <TD> FLEBBY. </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you'd only</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
<TD> ; ; Slutningsbane. <SUP>2</SUP>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
   Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried ! I can't
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> [[maily was bag enough]] I'd send you a [[toxis]].</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> By [[Saxon Chromaticus]], you done that lovely</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite,</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> she studiert whas? With her listeningin coif-</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
say if it's the weight you strike me to the
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> fure, her dream of Endsland's daylast and the</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
   
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. <SUP>3</SUP></TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> And less is the pity for she isn't the lollypops</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> she easily might be if she had for a sample</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
<TD>quick or that red mass I was looking at but at
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD> Virginia's air of achievement. That might</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; <i>Catastrophe and</i> </TD> <TD> keep her from throwing delph. <SUP>4</SUP> As I was saying,</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; <i>Anabasis.</i> </TD> <TD> while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; <i>The rotary pro-</i> </TD> <TD> of the cards. We're offals boys ambows. <SUP>5</SUP></TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
<TD>the present momentum, potential as I am, I'm
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; <i>cessus and its</i> </TD> <TD> For I've flicked up all the crambs as they</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
   
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; <i>reestablishment</i> </TD> <TD> crumbed from your table um, singing glory</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD>&nbsp; <i>of reciprocities.</i> </TD> <TD> allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So</TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> <TD>&nbsp; </TD> </TR>
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<TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;    <SUP>1</SUP> A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday! </TD> </TR>
<TD>seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours
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<TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;    <SUP>2</SUP>  Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap! </TD> </TR>
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<TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;    <SUP>3</SUP>  Wipe your glosses with what you know. </TD> </TR>
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<TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;    <SUP>4</SUP>  If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows </TD> </TR>
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<TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; tureens. </TD> </TR>
to you and may you be commended for our
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<TR><TD COLSPAN=3> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;    <SUP>5</SUP>  Alls Sings and Alls Howls. </TD> </TR>
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</TABLE>
 
 
exhibitiveness! I'd love to take you for a
 
 
 
 
bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you'd only
 
 
 
 
sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker
 
 
 
 
barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long
 
 
 
 
as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with
 
 
 
 
them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my
 
 
 
 
maily was bag enough I'd send you a toxis.
 
 
 
 
By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely
 
 
 
 
for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite,
 
 
 
 
she studiert whas? With her listeningin coif-
 
 
 
 
fure, her dream of Endsland's daylast and the
 
 
 
 
glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. <SUP>3</SUP>
 
 
 
 
<TD> And less is the pity for she isn't the lollypops
 
 
 
 
<TD> she easily might be if she had for a sample
 
 
 
 
Virginia's air of achievement. That might
 
 
 
 
keep her from throwing delph. <SUP>4</SUP> As I was saying,
 
 
 
 
while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn
 
 
 
 
<TD> of the cards. We're offals boys ambows. <SUP>5</SUP>
 
 
 
 
For I've flicked up all the crambs as they
 
 
 
 
<TD> crumbed from your table um, singing glory
 
 
 
 
<TD> allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So
 
   
 
 
  A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday! </FONT>
 
  Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap! </FONT>
 
  Wipe your glosses with what you know. </FONT>
 
  If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows </FONT>
 
  ; ; tureens. </FONT>
 
  Alls Sings and Alls Howls. </FONT>
 
 
 

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  wan's won! Rip! 1 And his countinghands    
  rose.    
      Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple! WITH EBONISER.
      Slutningsbane. 2 IN PIX.  
Service super-     Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried ! I can't EUCHRE  
seding self. say if it's the weight you strike me to the RISK, MERCI  
  quick or that red mass I was looking at but at BUCKUP, AND  
  the present momentum, potential as I am, I'm MIND WHO  
  seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours YOU'RE  
  to you and may you be commended for our PUCKING,  
  exhibitiveness! I'd love to take you for a FLEBBY.  
  bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you'd only    
  sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker    
  barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long    
  as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with    
  them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my    
  maily was bag enough I'd send you a toxis.    
  By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely    
  for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite,    
  she studiert whas? With her listeningin coif-    
  fure, her dream of Endsland's daylast and the    
  glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. 3    
  And less is the pity for she isn't the lollypops    
  she easily might be if she had for a sample    
  Virginia's air of achievement. That might    
  Catastrophe and keep her from throwing delph. 4 As I was saying,    
  Anabasis. while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn    
  The rotary pro- of the cards. We're offals boys ambows. 5    
  cessus and its For I've flicked up all the crambs as they    
  reestablishment crumbed from your table um, singing glory    
  of reciprocities. allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So    
          1 A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday!
          2 Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap!
          3 Wipe your glosses with what you know.
          4 If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows
      tureens.
          5 Alls Sings and Alls Howls.