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reized spudfully from the murphyplantz Hawkinsonia and berri-1
berries from the pletoras of the Irish shou. I heard my liberti-2
lands making free through their curraghcoombs, my trueblues3
hurusalaming before Wailingtone's Wall: I richmounded the4
rainelag in my bathtub of roundwood and conveyed it with5
cheers and cables, roaring mighty shouts, through my longer-6
tubes of elm: out of fundness for the outozone I carried them7
amd curried them in my Putzemdown cars to my Kommeandine8
hotels: I made sprouts fontaneously from Philuppe Sobriety in9
the coupe that's cheyned for noon inebriates: when they weaned10
weary of that bibbing I made infusion more infused: sowerpacers11
of the vinegarth, obtemperate unto me! When you think me in12
my coppeecuffs look in ware would you meckamockame, as you13
pay in caabman's sheltar tot the ites like you corss the tees.14
Wherefore watch ye well! For, while I oplooked the first of15
Janus's straight, I downsaw the last of Christmas steps: syndic16
podestril and on the rates, I for indigent and intendente: in17
Forum Foster I demosthrenated my folksfiendship, enmy pupuls18
felt my burk was no worse than their brite: Sapphrageta and19
Consciencia were undecidedly attached to me but the maugher20
machrees and the auntieparthenopes my schwalby words with21
litted spongelets set their soakye pokeys and botchbons afume:22
Fletcher-Flemmings, elisaboth, how interquackeringly they ro-23
gated me, their golden one, I inhesitant made replique: Mesde-24
memdes to leursieuresponsor: and who in hillsaide, don't you25
let flyfire till you see their whites of the bunkers' eyes! Mr An-26
swers: Brimgem young, bringem young, bringem young!: in27
my bethel of Solyman's I accouched their rotundaties and I turn-28
keyed most insultantly over raped lutetias in the lock: I gave bax29
of biscums to the jacobeaters and pottage bakes to the esausted;30
I dehlivered them with freakandesias by the constant droppings31
from my smalls instalmonths while I titfortotalled up their32
farinadays for them on my slataper's slate with my chandner's33
chauk: I jaunted on my jingelbrett rapt in neckloth and sashes,34
and I beggered about the amnibushes like belly in a bowle. In35
the humanity of my heart I sent out heyweywomen to refresh36