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if have faded from the fleur,1 their arms 1
enlocked, (ringrang, the chimes of sex appeal- 2
Telltale me all ing as conchitas with sentas stray,2 rung!), all 3
of annaryllies. thinking all of it, the It with an itch in it, the All 4
every inch of it, the pleasure each will preen her 5
for, the business each was bred to breed by.3 6
    Soon jemmijohns will cudgel about some EARLY 7
a rhythmatick or other over Browne and NOTIONS OF 8
Nolan's divisional tables whereas she, of ACQUIRED 9
Will you carry minions' novence charily being cupid, for RIGHTS AND 10
my can and mug's wumping, grooser's grubbiness, andt's THE INFLU- 11
fight the fairies? avarice and grossopper's grandegaffe, with her ENCE OF 12
tootpettypout of jemenfichue will sit and knit COLLECTIVE 13
on solfa sofa.4 Stew of the evening, booksyful TRADITION 14
stew. And a bodikin a boss in the Thimble UPON THE 15
Theatre. But all is her-inbourne. Intend. From INDIVIDUAL. 16
Allma Mathers, gramma's grammar she has it that if there is a 17
Auctioneer. third person, mascarine, phelinine or nuder, 18
being spoken abad it moods prosodes from a 19
person speaking to her second which is the 20
direct object that has been spoken to, with and 21
at. Take the dative with his oblative5 for, even 22
if obsolete, it is always of interest, so spake 23
gramma on the impetus of her imperative, only 24
mind your genderous towards his reflexives 25
Old Gavelkind such that I was to your grappa (Bott's trousend, 26
the Gamper and hore a man uff!) when him was me hedon6 27
he's as daff as and mine, what the lewdy saying, his analec- 28
you're erse. tual pygmyhop.7 There is comfortism in the 29
                1 One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.
                2 Making it up as we goes along.
                3 The law of the jungerl.
                4 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
                5 I'd like his pink's cheek.
                6 Frech devil in red hairing! So that's why you ran away to sea, Mrs
        Lappy. Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed!
                7 A washable lovable floatable doll.