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polypools. And this, pardonsky! is the way |
ACCORDING
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Romeopullupalleaps. 1 Pose the pen, man, |
TO COCKER.
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way me does. Way ole missa vellatooth fust |
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show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue ! |
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Force
Centres of
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Bould strokes for your life ! Tip ! This is Steal, |
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the Fire Serpen-
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this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is |
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tine: heart,
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Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is Doubbllinnbbay- |
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throat,
navel,
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yates. 2 This is brave Danny weeping his spache |
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spleen,
sacral,
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for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping |
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fontanella,
inter-
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his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard ! |
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temporal
eye.
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how Chawleses Skewered parparaparnelligoes |
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Conception
of the
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between brave Danny boy and the Connolly. |
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Compromise
and
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Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L'arty Ma- |
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Finding
of a
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gory. Eregobragh. Prouf! 3 |
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Formula.
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And Kev was wreathed with his pother. |
TROTHBLOWERS.
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But, (that Jacoby feeling again. for fore- |
FIG AND
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bitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kevvy too he |
THISTLE
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just loves his puppadums, I judge !) after all his |
PLOT A PIG
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autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs |
AND WHISTLE.
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and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof |
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Ideal
Present
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cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able |
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Alone
Produces
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rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through |
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Real
Future.
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his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for |
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the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter |
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like it done for a manny another unpious of |
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the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at |
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length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercy- |
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stroke he measured his earth anyway? could |
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not but recken in his adder's badder cadder |
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way our frankson who, to be plain, he fight |
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him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish |
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bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince |
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1
He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes., Mr
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Tellibly Divilcult! |
2
When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance! |
3
The Brownes de Browne - Browne of Castlehacknolan. |