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King. 1 His sevencoloured's soot (Ochone!                         1
Ochonal!) 2 and his imponence one heap lump- 2
Why so mucky block (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like 3
pick bridges weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnral- 4
span our Flumi- ly, 3 where every feaster's a foster's other, fian- 5
nian road. nians all. 4 The wellingbreast, he willing giant, 6
P.C. Helmut's in the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To 7
the cottonwood, obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity 8
listnin. what'll yet meek Mike 5 our diputy mimber when 9
The throne is an he's head on poll and Peter's burgess and Miss 10
umbrella strande Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse 11
and a sceptre's a gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning 12
stick. lives yet and will return after great deap sleap 13
Jady jewel, our rerising and a white night high with a cows of 14
daktar deer. Drommhiem as shower as there's a wet en- 15
Gautamed bud- clouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a 16
ders deossiphys- truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams 17
ing our Theas. tell Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will 18
not say it shall not be, this passing of order and 19
order's coming, but in the herbest country and 20
in the country around Blath as in that city self 21
of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So 22
shuttle the pipers done. 6 Eric aboy! 7 And it's 23
time that all paid tribute to this massive mor- 24
By lineal in pon- tiality, the pink of punk perfection as photo- 25
dus overthepoise. graphy in mud. Some may seek to dodge the 26
          1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam's
      honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in his
      hand and his mouth open.
          2 And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.
          3 Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?
          4 Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the
      lays of ancient homes.
          5 The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not
      melt down his dripping ducks.
          6 Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.
          7 Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian
          with his bakset of yosters.