| end of your chapter, you citch water on the wagon for me being | 1 |
| turned a star I'll dubeurry my two fesces under Pouts Vanisha | 2 |
| Creme, their way for spilling cream, and, accent, umto extend | 3 |
| my personnalitey to the latents, I'll boy me for myself only of | 4 |
| expensive rainproof of pinked elephant's breath grey of the | 5 |
| loveliest sheerest dearest widowshood over airforce blue I am | 6 |
| so wild for, my precious once, Hope Bros., Faith Street, Charity | 7 |
| Corner, as the bee loves her skyhighdeed, for I always had a | 8 |
| crush on heliotrope since the dusess of yore cycled round the | 9 |
| Finest Park, and listen. And never mind me laughing at what's | 10 |
| atever! I was in the nerves but it's my last day. Always about | 11 |
| this hour, I'm sorry, when our gamings for Bruin and Noselong | 12 |
| is all oh you tease and afterdoon my lickle pussiness I stheal | 13 |
| heimlick in my russians from the attraction part with my terri- | 14 |
| blitall boots calvescatcher Pinchapoppapoff, who is going to be | 15 |
| a jennyroll, at my nape, drenched, love, with dripping to affec- | 16 |
| tionate slapmamma but last at night, look, after my golden vio- | 17 |
| lents wetting in my upperstairs splendidly welluminated with | 18 |
| such lidlylac curtains wallpapered to match the cat and a fire- | 19 |
| please keep looking of priceless pearlogs I just want to see will | 20 |
| he or are all Michales like that, I'll strip straight after devotions | 21 |
before his fondstare and I mean it too, (thy gape to my gazing | 22 |
| I'll bind and makeleash) and poke stiff under my isonbound with | 23 |
| my soiedisante-chineknees cheeckchubby chambermate for the | 24 |
| night's foreign males and your name of Shane will come forth | 25 |
| between my shamefaced whesen with other lipth I nakest open | 26 |
| my thight when just woken by his toccatootletoo my first morn- | 27 |
| ing. So now, to thalk thildish, thome, theated with Mag at the | 28 |
| oilthan we are doing to thay one little player before doing to | 29 |
| deed. An a tiss to the tassie for lu and for tu! Coach me how to | 30 |
| tumble, Jaime, and listen, with supreme regards, Juan, in haste, | 31 |
| warn me which to ah ah ah ah.... | 32 |
MEN! Juan responded fullchantedly to her sororal sono- | 33 |
| rity, imitating himself capitally with his bubbleblown in his | 34 |
| patapet and his chalished drink now well in hand. (A spilt, see, | 35 |
| for a split, see see!) Ever gloriously kind! And I truly am | 36 |