| Why, wonder of wenchalows, what o szeszame open, v doer s t | 1 |
| doing? V door s being. But how theng thingajarry miens but this | 2 |
| being becoming n z doer? K? An o. It is ne not him what foots | 3 |
| like a glove, shoehandschiner Pad Podomkin. Sooftly, anni | 4 |
| slavey, szszuszchee is slowjaneska. | 5 |
| The aged crafty nummifeed confusionary overinsured ever- | 6 |
| lapsing accentuated katekattershin clopped, clopped, clopped, | 7 |
| darsey dobrey, back and along the danzing corridor, as she was | 8 |
| going to pimpim him, way boy wally, not without her comple- | 9 |
| ment of cavarnan men, between the two deathdealing allied | 10 |
| divisions and the lines of readypresent fire of the corkedagains up- | 11 |
| stored, taken in giving the saloot, band your hands going in, bind | 12 |
| your heads coming out, and remoltked to herselp in her serf's | 13 |
| alown, a weerpovy willowy dreevy drawly and the patter of so | 14 |
| familiars, farabroads and behomeans, as she shure sknows, boof | 15 |
| for a booby, boo: new uses in their mewseyfume. The jammesons | 16 |
| is a cook in his hair. And the juinnesses is a rapin his hind. And | 17 |
| the Bullingdong caught the wind up. Dip. | 18 |
| And the message she braught belaw from the missus she | 19 |
| bragged abouve that had her agony stays outsize her sari chemise, | 20 |
| blancking her shifts for to keep up the fascion since the king of | 21 |
| all dronnings kissed her beeswixed hand, fang (pierce me, hunky, | 22 |
| I'm full of meunders!), her fize like a tubtail of mondayne | 23 |
| clothes, fed to the chaps with working medicals and her birthright | 24 |
| pang that would split an atam like the forty pins in her hood, was | 25 |
| to fader huncher a howdydowdy, to mountainy mots in her | 26 |
| amnest plein language, from his fain a wan, his hot and tot lass, | 27 |
| to pierce his ropeloop ear, how, Podushka be prayhasd, now the | 28 |
| sowns of his loins were awinking and waking and his dorter of | 29 |
| the hush lillabilla lullaby (lead us not into reformication with the | 30 |
| poors in your thingdom of gory, O moan!), once after males, | 31 |
| nonce at a time, with them Murphy's puffs she dursted with | 32 |
| gnockmeggs and the bramborry cake for dour dorty dompling | 33 |
| obayre Mattom Beetom and epsut the pfot and if he was whishtful | 34 |
| to licture her caudal with chesty chach from his dauberg den | 35 |
| and noviny news from Naul or toplots talks from morrienbaths | 36 |