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aureolies. We should say you dones the polecad. Bang on the1
booche, gurg in the gorge, rap on the roof and your flup is unbu...2
    BUTT (at the signal of his act which seems to sharpnel his 3
innermals menody, playing the spool of the little brown jog round the4
wheel of her whang goes the millner). Buckily buckily, blodestained5
boyne! Bimbambombumb. His snapper was shot in the Rumjar6
Journaral. Why the gigls he lubbed beeyed him.7
    TAFF (obliges with a two stop yogacoga sumphoty on the bones for ivory 8
girl and ebony boy). The balacleivka! Trovatarovitch! I trumble!9
    BUTT (with the sickle of a scygthe but the humour of a hummer, O, 10
howorodies through his cholaroguled, fumfing to a fullfrength with11
this wallowing olfact). Mortar martar tartar wartar! May his12
boules grow wider so his skittles gets worse! The aged monad13
making a venture out of the murder of investment. I seen him14
acting surgent what betwinks the scimitar star and the ashen15
moon. By their lights shalthow throw him! Piff paff for puffpuff16
and my pife for his cgar! The mlachy way for gambling.17
        [Up to this curkscraw bind an admirable verbivocovisual pre- 18
    sentment of the worldrenownced Caerholme Event has been being 19
    given by The Irish Race and World. The huddled and aliven stable- 20
    crashers have shared fleetfooted enthusiasm with the paddocks 21
    dare and ditches tare while the mews was combing ground. Hippo- 22
    hopparray helioscope flashed winsor places as the gates might see. 23
    Meusdeus! That was (with burning briar) Mr Twomass Noho- 24
    holan for their common contribe satisfunction in the purports of 25
    amusedment telling the Verily Roverend Father Epiphanes 26
    shrineshriver of Saint Dhorough's (in browne bomler) how 27
    (assuary as there's a bonum in your osstheology!) Backlegs 28
    shirked the racing kenneldar. The saintly scholarist's roastering 29
    guffalawd of nupersaturals holler at this metanoic excomologosis 30
    tells of the chestnut's (once again, Wittyngtom!) absolutionally 31
    romptyhompty successfulness. A lot of lasses and lads without 32
    damas or dads, but fresh and blued with collecting boxes. One 33
    aught spare ones triflets, to be shut: it is Coppingers for the 34
    children. Slippery Sam hard by them, physically present how- 35