| of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb and shag. | 1 |
| While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is | 2 |
| thanks, beloved, to Adam,our former first Finnlatter and our | 3 |
| grocerest churcher, as per Grippiths' varuations, for his beautiful | 4 |
| crossmess parzel. | 5 |
| Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the Rathgarries, | 6 |
| wagging here about around the rhythms in me amphybed and he | 7 |
| being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty | 8 |
| damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are | 9 |
| proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your | 10 |
| answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is | 11 |
| another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker | 12 |
| of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up | 13 |
| and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my | 14 |
| daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos. | 15 |
| Alma Luvia, Pollabella. | 16 |
| P.S. Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now | 17 |
| with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies. | 18 |
| Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too. | 19 |
| Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and | 20 |
| folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound, | 21 |
| falling. Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and | 22 |
| then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes | 23 |
| in. And robins in crews so. It is for me goolden wending. | 24 |
| Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so | 25 |
| long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm. | 26 |
| Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a | 27 |
| fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and | 28 |
| aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called | 29 |
| me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider! | 30 |
| You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you | 31 |
| too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me | 32 |
| to slump. But am good and rested. Taks to you, toddy, tan ye! | 33 |
| Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day | 34 |
| one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues. | 35 |
| A comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your | 36 |