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quasimodo, royal, sago, tango, umber, vanilla, wisteria, xray,1
yesplease, zaza, philomel, theerose. What are they all by? Shee.2
    If you nude her in her prime, make sure you find her comple- 3
mentary or, on your very first occasion, by Angus Dagdasson4
and all his piccions, she'll prick you where you're proudest with5
her unsatt speagle eye. Look sharp, she's signalling from among6
the asters. Turn again, wistfultone, lode mere of Doubtlynn!7
Arise, Land-under-Wave! Clap your lingua to your pallet, drop8
your jowl with a jolt, tambourine until your breath slides, pet a9
pout and it's out. Have you got me, Allysloper?10
    My top it was brought Achill's low, my middle I ope before 11
you, my bottom's a vulser if ever there valsed and my whole the12
flower that stars the day and is solly well worth your pilger's13
fahrt. Where there's a hitch, a head of things, let henker's halter14
hang the halunkenend. For I see through your weapon. That15
cry's not Cucullus. And his eyelids are painted. If my tutor here16
is cut out for an oldeborre I'm Flo, shy of peeps, you know. But17
when he beetles backwards, ain't I fly? Pull the boughpee to see18
how we sleep. Bee Peep! Peepette! Would you like that lump of19
a tongue for lungeon or this Turkey's delighter, hys hyphen20
mys? My bellyswain's a twalf whulerusspower though he knows21
as much how to man a wife as Dunckle Dalton of matching wools.22
Shake hands through the thicketloch! Sweet swanwater! My23
other is mouthfilled. This kissing wold's full of killing fellows24
kneeling voyantly to the cope of heaven. And somebody's com-25
ing, I feel for a fect. I've a seeklet to sell thee if old Deanns won't26
be threaspanning. When you'll next have the mind to retire to27
be wicked this is as dainty a way as any. Underwoods spells bush-28
ment's business. So if you sprig poplar you're bound to twig this.29
'Twas my lord of Glendalough benedixed the gape for me that30
time at Long Entry, commanding the approaches to my intimast31
innermost. Look how they're browthered! Six thirteens at32
Blanche de Blanche's of 3 Behind Street and 2 Turnagain Lane.33
Awabeg is my callby, Magnus here's my Max, Wonder One's my34
cipher and Seven Sisters is my nighbrood. Radouga, Rab will ye35
na pick them in their pink of panties. You can colour up till you're36