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other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own 1
properer mistakes, the backslapping glad- 2
Some is out for hander, 1 free of his florid future and the other 3
twoheaded dul- singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars, 4
carnons but more gale with a blost to him, dove without gall. 5
pulfers turnips. And she, of the jilldaw's nest 2 who tears up 6
Omnitudes in a lettereens she never apposed a pen upon. 3 Yet 7
knutshedell. sung of love and the monster man. What's 8
Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough, 9
ough, brieve kindli! 4 10
    Dogs' vespers are anending. Vespertilia- THE MON- 11
bitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke GREL UNDER 12
to sate with Becchus. Zumbock! Achevre! THE DUNG- 13
Yet wind will be ere fadervor 5 and the hour of MOUND. 14
For all us kids fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls SIGNIFI- 15
under his aegis. or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking CANCE OF 16
out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!) THE INFRA- 17
long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken LIMINAL IN- 18
and birds Diana 6 with dawnsong hail. Aught TELLIGENCE. 19
darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepee- OFFRANDES. 20
Saving the public strilling. At Brannan's on the moor. At Tam 21
his health. Fanagan's weak yat his still's going strang. 22
And still here is noctules and can tell things 23
acommon on by that fluffy feeling. Larges 24
Superlative abso- loomy wheelhouse to bodgbox 7 lumber up 25
lute of Porter- with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep 26
stown. is peace who follow his law, Sunday 27
            1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers
    and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname.
            2 My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to
    keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing
            3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon's increscent.
            4 Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle black.
    Moopetsi meepotsi
            5 I was so snug off in my apholster's creedle but at long leash I'll stretch
    more capritious in his dapplepied bed.
            6 Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.
            7 A liss in hunterland.