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^|shCome, smooth of my slate,º to the beat of my blosh.º^{sh| |sh}With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossomsº three'sº so much more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting anº end to myself^sh| and my malody,º when I remembered all yourº pupilteacher's erringnesses in perfection class. ^|shYou sh'undn'tº write you can'tº if you w'udn'tº pass for undevelopmentedº.^sh| This is the propper way to say that, Sr.º ^|shIf it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it as sure as there's a key in my kiss. Quick erit faciofacey. When we will conjugate together toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour, verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for ever.^sh| Yourº are me severe? Then rue. ^|shMy intended, Jr, who I'm throne away on, (hereº he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon)º when I slip through my pettigo I'll get my decree and take seidens when I'm not ploughed first by some Rolando the Lasso, and flaunt on the ^|shflimsyfilmsies^sh| for to grig my collage juniorees who, though they flush fuchsia, are they octette and viginity in my shade but always my figurants.^sh| They may be yea of my year but they're nary nay of my day. Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pryº they'll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending marriage.º ^|shNature tells everybody about^sh| but I learned all the runes of the gamest game everº from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuringº trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords.º How Olive d'Oyly and Winnie Carr, bejupers, they reized the dressing of a salandmonº and how a peeper coster and a salt sailor med a mustiedº poet atwaimenº. It most have bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrineº von Terrefin. Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all should I forget to) bolt the thor. Auden. ^|shWasn't it just divining that dog of a dag in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt's altar, as cooledas as culcumbreº, slapping my straights till the sloping ruins, postillion, postallion, a swinge a swank, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them horners stagstruck on the leasward!^sh| Don't be of red, you blanching mench! This isabella I'm on knows the ruelles of the rut and she don't fear andy mandy. So sing loud, sweet cheeriot, like anegreon in heaven! ^|shThe good fotherº with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocketº to bethroat us with for our allmichael good.^sh| Amum.º Amum. And Amum again. ^|shFor tough troth is stronger than fortuitous fictionº ^{|shsh| |shsh|} and it's the surplice money, ohº my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits ^|shborrows^sh| theº clothes.^sh|