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Attahom attahom attahomhomhoom!

At Island Bridge she met her tide.

Hoc was the C. 0. DJ

Bum!

Sold him her lease of ninenmeninetee

Tresses undresses so dyedyedaintee
Goo the groot gudgeon gulped it alL

Then who but Crippled-with-Children would speak up for
Dropping- with-Sweat?

TifftifF today, kissykissy tonay and agelong pine tomauran-
na.

And ilk a those dames had

her rainbow huemoures yet for whilko her whims but he

coined a

cure.

Poppy Narancy, Gial-
lia, Chlora, Marinka, Anileen, Parme.

He spenth his strenth amok haremscarems.

For her holden heirheaps hanging down her back.

She
must be she.

And you'll agree.

But there's a
little lady waiting and her name is A.L.P.

Ware!

The bane of Tut is on it.

Neither
mar his mound!

And let him
rest, thou wayfarre, and take no gravespoil from him!

Bulk him no bulkis.

Ogrowdnyk's beyond her-
bata tay, wort of the drogist.

plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la
Ville
mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!

Wery weeny wight,

when Tinktink in the churchclose clinked

Steploajazzyma Sunday, Sola
with pawns, prelates and pookas

pelotting in her piecebag, for Handiman the Chomp, Esquoro,
biskbask, to crush the slander's head.

and spudds on
horeilles and
a
circusfix riding her
Parisienne's cockneze,
a
vaunt her straddle
from Equerry Egon,

specks on her eyeux,

with her louisequean's brogues and her culunder buzzle and her
little bolero boa and all and two times twenty curlicornies for her
headdress,

the gorg-

gony old dan world, in gogor's name, for gagar's sake,

dragging

the countryside in her train, finickin here and funickin
there,

stood forth, burnzburn

(ur, uri, uria!)

some such time that she shall have been after

hiding
the crumbends
of his enormousness
in the areyou looking-
for Pearlfar sea,

she

who will not rast her from her running to seek him till,

with the

help of the okeamic,