Soft morning, city! I am Leafy speafing. Lfp! Folty and folty all the nights have being falling on to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. No wind, no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves. The woods are so fond always. It is for my goolden wending. Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so long! I am Leafy, your goolden, so you called me, my life, you're goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider! Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues. ^|s4And here your iverol and of course your
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om umbr.^s4| And stand up tall. I want to see you looking fine for me. You make me think of a seaman I once. Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or, no, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or sombrey erse from ^|s4Darklands Dark Country^s4|. Come and let us. The ^|s4childer childher^s4| are still fast. There is no school today. Them boys is so contrairy. Heel trouble and heal travel. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in the twinngling of an aye. So oft. Time after time. The sehm asnuh. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When one of him sighs or one of him cries 'tis you all over. No peace at all. Maybe
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it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Doddpebble. From the Laundersdale Minssions. One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting his wee. You were pleased as Punch, ^|s4reciting recitating exploits warexploits war exploits and pearse orations^s4| to ^|s4the them jackeen^s4| gapers. But that night after, all you were wanton! Bidding me do this and that and the other. And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give to have a girl. ^|s4Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky!º unread The way I too. And But^s4| her, you wait. Eager to choose is left ^|s4for to^s4| her shade. ^|s4If she had only more matcher's wit.^s4| Findlings makes runaways, runaways ^|s4blank a stray^s4|. ^|s4She's as merry as the gricks still. 'Twould be sore should led leadenº sorrow. I'll ^|sawait and I'll wait and I'll wait ^|sbwait. And I'll wait please wait andº I'll wait. And then if all goes^sb|sa|.^s4| What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops and the slut too. It's Phoenix, dear. And the flame is, hear! Let's our joornee saintomichael make it. Since lausafire has lost and the book of the debt is. Closed. Come! We've light enough. Send Arctur guidus! It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly. The sons of bursters won in the games. ^|s4Still,º I'll take this for my shawldhersº.^s4| The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. With a cut of roly polony from Blugpuddels after. To bring out the tang of the tay. ^|s4|saOatmealstime Oaxmealsturnº^sa|, all ^|saget up out of bed^sa|! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars cluttering round us, clottering for their creams. unread Crying,º ^|ame,^a| pl grownup sister!^s4| Are my not truly? Lst! Only you must buy me a fine new girdle too^|s4, nolly^s4|. Come. Give me your great bearspaw for miny tiny. Minecyhandsy in the langua of flows. That's my Jargon Jargonsen. But you understood^|s4., nodst?^s4| We will take our walk before they ring the earthly bells. Pax goodmens will. Or the birds start their treestorm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! And,
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O, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see, they're as white as the riven snae. For us. Not such big steps, huddy foddy! You'll crush my antelopes ^|s4I saved for^s4|. It is hardly a mile or seven. It is very good for health in the morning. It seems so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away. You will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where I am bringing you? You remember? Not a soul but ourselves. We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? He is a fine sport. His door always open. Remember to take off your white hat, ech? And say hoothoothoo^|s4., ithmuthisty ithmuthisthy!^s4| You'll know our way from there, surely? Flura's way. Where once we led so many car couples have follied since. Giving Shaughnessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburgghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit us down on the heathery benn, me on you. To scand the arising. When the moon of mourning is set and gone. Ourselves, oursouls alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're wanting be coming may be. That I prays for be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a prompt from a primer. And what scrips of knowledges I pecked up be meself. Based on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his
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world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked. On his mugisstosst surface. With a bob, bob, bottledy bob. Blob. When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page when I heard Thy voice and left it to lie till a kissmess coming. ^|s4So content me now. You must build Unbildº and be buildn^s4| our villa there and we'll cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With acute runtoer for to pippup where the sterres be. Tiltop, bigmaster! You're not so giddy now any more. ^|s4|xAll your graundplotting and ^|saa little the little it^sa| brought! Hups Humps, ^|sahow when^sa| you hised us,º and dumps, when you
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doused us! But ^|safara sarra^sa| one of me cares a brambling ram, proud pot porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me hoom. Park and a pub for me.^x|s4| Only don't start your stunts of last night again. I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one, tufnut! Bold bet backwords. For the loves of the sins! Before the naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One of these fine days, lewdyculler, you'll have to reform again. Help Blessed Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me ^|s4Leafy Leafiest^s4|, won't you^|s4, dowling^s4|? ^|s4Whordherfhullº Olldhbhoy!^s4| And you won't urbjunk to my parafume, oiled of kollooney. Sm! It's Allpine Smile from Yesther and Yesthers. I'm in everywince nasturtls. Astale of astoun. Grand old marauder! If I knew who you are! ^|s4|saThe Our^sa| native
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night when you twicetook me for ^|sasome^sa| Marienne Sherry and then your german jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beardwig I found in your Clarksome bag. ^|saTharaos Pharaopsº you'll play you're the king from Aeships. You certainly make the most royal ^|sbof^sb| noises.^sa|s4| I will tell you all sorts of ^|s4makeups makeup things^s4|, ^|s4strange one strangerous^s4|. And show you to every simple storyplace we pass. ^|s4Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue, Wellcrom, ^|saquid superabit Quid Superabit^sa|, Villeties vallities villitiesº valleties.^s4| It is all so often and still the same to me. ^|s4Snf? Only turf, wick dear. Clane turf. You've never fogoddenº batt on tarf, have yo what? have you, at broin borroow, what? Mch? Why, them's m the muchroomsº, come up during the night. Look, acres agres of roofs in parshes.^s4| If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't speak, remember. Once it happened, so may it again. Why I'm all these years within years in soffran^|s4, A allbeleaved^s4|. To hide away the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. I'll begin again in a jiffey. How glad you'll be I waked you! My! How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn a little here and then it's easy. I only hope whole the heavens sees
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us. For I feel I could near to faint away. ^|s4Into the deeps. Annamore sleeps^s4| Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong bigtider. ^|s4Allgirls Allgearls^s4| is wea. At times. So. ^|s4Ivor and Evar While you're adamant evar^s4|. Wrhps, that wind as if out of norewere! Jumpst ^|s4in shootst ^|sathrobbst^sa| into^s4| me mouth ^|s4like a bogue and arrohs^s4|. Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us two only? I was but teen, a tiler's ^|s4tot dot^s4|. The swanky that was boosting always he was like to me father. But the swaggerest swell off Sacvulle Strutt. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking Corsergoth. The invision of ^|s4Irelands Idelond^s4|. And, by Thorror, you looked it! My lips went livid from the joy of fear. Like almost now. How you said how you'd give me the keys of me heart. Only now it's me who's got to give. And we'd be married till though dev do espart. O mine! ^|s4And can it be it's now forvell?^s4| So soft this morning ours. First. We pass through grass behush the bush. So. ^|4But^4| I'm taller now. ^|s4For all you're heavy.^s4| And there. As then. ^|s4Softhee Bussofthee^s4|, mememormee! Lps. Take. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a lost a last a loved a long the

Paris,
1922—1938.