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of stone, belgroved of mulbrey, the still that           1
was mill and Kloster that was Yeomansland, 2
the ghastcold tombshape of the quick fore- 3
gone on, the loftleaved elm Lefanunian above- 4
mansioned, each, every, all is for the retro- 5
spectioner. Skole! Agus skole igen! 1 Sweet- 6
some auburn, cometh up as a selfreizing flower, 7
that fragolance of the fraisey beds: the phoenix, 8
his pyre, is still flaming away with trueprat- 9
tight spirit: the wren his nest is niedelig as the 10
turrises of the sabines are televisible. Here are 11
the cottage and the bungalow for the cobbeler 12
and the brandnewburgher: 2 but Izolde, her 13
chaplet gardens, an litlee plads af liefest pose, 14
In snowdrop,  arride the winnerful wonders off, the winner- 15
trou-de-dentelle,  ful wonnerful wanders off, 3 with hedges of 16
flesh and helio-  ivy and hollywood and bower of mistletoe, 17
trope.  are, tho if it theem tho and yeth if you 18
pleathes, 4 for the blithehaired daughter of 19
Angoisse. All out of two barreny old perishers, 20
Tytonyhands and Vlossyhair, a kilolitre in 21
metromyriams. Presepeprosapia, the parent 22
bole. Wone tabard, wine tap and warm tavern 5 23
and, by ribbon development, from contact 24
bridge to lease lapse, only two millium two 25
humbered and eighty thausig nine humbered 26
Here's our dozen  and sixty radiolumin lines to the wustworts of 27
cousins from the  a Finntown's generous poet's office. Distorted   28
starves on tripes.  mirage, aloofliest of the plain, wherein the 29
                1 Now a muss wash the little face. 
                2 A viking vernacular expression still used in the Summerhill district for a 
            jerryhatted man of forty who puts two fingers into his boiling soupplate and 
            licks them in turn to find out if there is enough mushroom catsup in the 
            mutton broth. 
                3 H'dk' fs' h'p'y. 
                4 Googlaa pluplu. 
                5 Tomley. The grown man. A butcher szewched him the bloughs and 
            braches. I'm chory to see P. Shuter.