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thou hinder thy husband his name? Leda, Lada, |
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aflutter-afraida, so does your girdle grow! |
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Willed without witting, whorled without |
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aimed. Pappapassos, Mammamanet, warwhets- |
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wut and whowitswhy. 1 But it's tails for |
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toughs and titties for totties and come |
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Pige pas.
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buckets come-bats till deeleet. 2 |
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Dark ages clasp the daisy roots, Stop, if you |
PANOPTICAL
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are a sally of the allies, hot off Minnowaurs |
PURVIEW OF
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and naval actiums, picked engagements and |
POLITICAL
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banks of rowers. Please stop if you're a |
PROGRESS
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B.C. minding missy, please do. But should |
AND THE
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you prefer A.D. stepplease. And if you miss |
FUTURE PRE-
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with a venture it serves you girly well glad. |
SENTATION
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But, holy Janus, I was forgetting the Blitzen- |
OF THE PAST.
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kopfs! Here, Hengegst and Horsesauce, take |
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your heads 3 out of that taletub! And leave |
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your hinnyhennyhindyou! It's haunted. The |
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chamber. Of errings. Whoan, tug, trace, |
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Seidlitz powther
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stirrup! It is distinctly understouttered that, |
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for slogan
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sense you threehandshighs put your twofoot- |
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plumpers.
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large timepates in that dead wash of Lough |
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Murph and until such time pace one and the |
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same Messherrn the grinning statesmen, Brock |
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and Leon, have shunted the grumbling |
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coundedtouts, Starlin and Ser Artur Ghinis. |
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Foamous homely brew, bebattled by bottle, |
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Hoploits and
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gageure de guegerre. 4 Bull igien bear and |
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atthems.
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then bearagain bulligan. Gringrin gringrin. |
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Staffs varsus herds and bucks vursus barks. |
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1 What's that ma'am? says I. |
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2 As you say yourself. |
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3 That's the lethemuse but it washes off. |
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4 Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the |
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pepettes of our lovelives. |