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have hol'd home, yeth cometh elope year, coach and four, Sweet

Peck-at-my-Heart picks one man more.

9. Now, to be on anew and basking again in the panaroma of

all flores of speech, if a human being duly fatigued by his dayety

in the sooty, having plenxty off time on his gouty hands and va-

cants of space at his sleepish feet and as hapless behind the dreams

of accuracy as any camelot prince of din murk, were at this auc-

tual futule preteriting unstant, in the states of suspensive exani-

mation, accorded, throughout the eye of a noodle, with an ear-

sighted view of old hopeinhaven with all the ingredient and

egregiunt whights and ways to which in the curse of his persis-

tence the course of his tory will have been having recourses, the

reverberration of knotcracking awes, the reconjungation of

nodebinding ayes, the redissolusingness of mind mouldered ease

and the thereby hang the Hoel of it, could such a none, whiles

even led comesilencers to comeliewithhers and till intempes-

tuous Nox should catch the gallicry and spot lucan's dawn, by-

hold at ones what is main and why tis twain, how one once

meet melts in tother wants poignings, the sap rising, the foles

alling, the nimb now nihilant round the girlyhead so becoming,

the wrestless in the womb, all the rivals to allies, shakeagain, O

disaster! shakealose, Ah how starring! but Heng's got a bit

of Horsa's nose and Jeff's got the signs of Ham round his

mouth and the beau that spun beautiful pales as it palls, what

roserude and oragious grows gelb and greem, blue out the ind of

it! Violet's dyed! then what would that fargazer seem to seemself

to seem seeming of, dimm it all?

Answer: A collideorscape!

10. What bitter's love but yurning, what' sour lovemutch but

a bref burning till shee that drawes dothe smoake retourne?

Answer: I know, pepette, of course, dear, but listen, precious!

Thanks, pette, those are lovely, pitounette, delicious! But mind

the wind, sweet! What exquisite hands you have, you angel, if

you didn't gnaw your nails, isn't it a wonder you're not achamed

of me, you pig, you perfect little pigaleen! I'll nudge you in a

minute! I bet you use her best Perisian smear off her vanity table