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Come, smooth of my slate, to the beat of my blosh^(f39.!º^f10) With all these gelded ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms ^(f39three's there'sº^f10) so much more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of putting an end to myself and my malody^(f39,º^f10) when I remembered all your pupilteacher's erringnesses in perfection class. You ^(f39sh'undn't sh'u'dn'tº^f10) write you ^(f39can't ca'n'tº^f10) if you ^(f39w'udn't w'u'dn'tº^f10) pass for ^(f39undevelopmented underdevelopmentedº^f10). This is the propper way to say that, Sr. If 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. ^(f39Your Youº^f10) are me severe? Then rue. My intended, Jr, who I'm throne away on^(f39,^f10) (here he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon)^(f39,º^f10) 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 flimsyfilmsies for to grig my collage juniorees who, though they flush fuchsia, are they octette and viginity in my shade but always my figurants. 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 pry they'll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending marriage^(f39.º^f10) Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the gamest game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most ^(f39adventuring adventurestingº^f10) trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive d'Oyly and Winnie Carr, bejupers, they reized the dressing of a ^(f39salandmon Salanadmonº^f10) and how a peeper coster and a salt sailor med a mustied poet ^(f39atwaimen atwainemº^f10). It most have bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrine von Terrefin. Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all should I forget to) bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn't it just divining that dog of a dag in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt's altar, as ^(f39cooledas as culcumbre cooled as a culcumberº^f10), 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! 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! The good ^(f39fother fatherº^f10) with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good. Amum. ^(f39Andº^f10) Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous ^(f39fiction frictionº^f10) and it's the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes.