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[2:9 260.42] (*F1*)1 Rawmeash, quoshe with her girlic teangue. If old Herod with the
[2:9 261.47] (*F1*)1 When we play dress grownup at alla ludo poker you'll be happnessised
[2:9 262.61] (*F1*)1 Yussive smirte and ye mermon answerth from his beelyingplace below
[2:9 263.41] (*F1*)1 Huntler and Pumar's animal alphabites, the first in the world from
[2:9 264.54] (*F1*)1 Startnaked and bonedstiff. We vivvy soddy. All be dood.
[2:9 265.39] (*F1*)1 Now a muss wash the little face.
[2:9 266.44] (*F1*)1 I believe in Dublin and the Sultan of Turkey.
[2:9 267.47] (*F1*)1 For Rose Point see Inishmacsaint.
[2:9 268.55] (*F1*)1 One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.
[2:9 269.39] (*F1*)1 With her poodle feinting to be let off and feeling dead in herself. Is
[2:9 270.46] (*F1*)1 The gaggles all out.
[2:9 271.60] (*F1*)1 All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with
[2:9 272.50] (*F1*)1 What's that ma'am? says I.
[2:9 273.51] (*F1*)1 Shake eternity and lick creation.
[2:9 274.49] (*F1*)1 Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!
[2:9 275.52] (*F1*)1 A pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.
[2:9 276.56] (*F1*)1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers
[2:9 277.48] (*F1*)1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam's
[2:9 278.56] (*F1*)1 Gosem pher, gezumpher, greeze a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him!
[2:9 279.16] (*F1*)1 Come, smooth of my slate,to the beat of my blosh! With all these gelded
[2:9 281.55] (*F1*)1 The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for
[2:9 282.62] (*F1*)1 While I'll wind the wildwoods' bluckbells among my window's weeds.
[2:9 283.40] (*F1*)1 Twelve buttles man, twentyeight bows of curls, forty bonnets woman
[2:9 284.43] (*F1*)1 Dideney, Dadeney, Dudeney, O, I'd know that putch on your poll.
[2:9 285.40] (*F1*)1 Talking about trilbits.
[2:9 286.68] (*F1*)1 As Rhombulus and Rhebus went building rhomes one day.
[2:9 287.37] (*F1*)1 Will you walk into my wavetrap? said the spiter to the shy.
[2:9 293.53] (*F1*)1 Draumcondra's Dream country where the betterlies blow.
[2:9 294.41] (*F1*)1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids' and dolls' home.
[2:9 295.43] (*F1*)1 Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn
[2:9 296.38] (*F1*)1 Parsee ffrench for the upholdsterer would be delightered.
[2:9 297.44] (*F1*)1 The chape of Do¤a Speranza of the Nacion.
[2:9 298.49] (*F1*)1 I enjoy as good as anyone.
[2:9 299.41] (*F1*)1 Hen's bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
[2:9 300.48] (*F1*)1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
[2:9 301.39] (*F1*)1 And she had to seek a pond's apeace to salve her suiterkins.
[2:9 302.49] (*F1*)1 I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knacking spots of the Plumpduffs
[2:9 303.58] (*F1*)1 He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes.,
[2:9 304.51] (*F1*)1 A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday!
[2:9 305.60] (*F1*)1 From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice.
[2:9 306.58] (*F1*)1 The divvy wants that babbling brook. Dear Auntie Emma Emma Eates.
[2:9 307.56] (*F1*)1 Jests and the Beastalk with a little rude hiding rod.
[2:9 308.60] (*F1*)1 Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!
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