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| − | + | where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis- | |
| − | + | sers moony, Minnikin passe. | |
| − | + | Jute. - Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory- | |
| − | + | shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba- | |
| − | + | ges on to soil here. | |
| − | + | Mutt. - Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a | |
| − | + | riverpool. | |
| − | + | Jute. - Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like? | |
| − | + | Mutt. - Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum | |
| − | + | rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn, | |
| − | + | with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton | |
| − | + | on, did Brian d' of Linn. | |
| − | + | Jute. - Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly | |
| − | + | forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat- | |
| − | + | what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um- | |
| − | + | scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed. | |
| − | + | Mutt. - Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink | |
| − | + | roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde | |
| − | + | ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone | |
| − | + | to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where | |
| − | + | wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of | |
| − | + | signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to | |
| − | + | whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr. | |
| − | + | Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering | |
| − | + | rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence: | |
| − | + | hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of | |
| − | + | livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as | |
| − | + | flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of | |
| − | + | whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges | |
| − | + | to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize! | |
| − | + | Jute. - 'Stench! | |
| − | + | Mutt. - Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an' | |
| − | + | everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great- | |
| − | + | grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig, | |
| − | + | drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound | |
| − | + | seemetery which iz leebez luv. | |
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Текущая версия на 14:24, 11 января 2013
where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis-
sers moony, Minnikin passe.
Jute. - Simply because as Taciturn pretells, our wrongstory-
shortener, he dumptied the wholeborrow of rubba-
ges on to soil here.
Mutt. - Just how a puddinstone inat the brookcells by a
riverpool.
Jute. - Load Allmarshy! Wid wad for a norse like?
Mutt. - Somular with a bull on a clompturf. Rooks roarum
rex roome! I could snore to him of the spumy horn,
with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton
on, did Brian d' of Linn.
Jute. - Boildoyle and rawhoney on me when I can beuraly
forsstand a weird from sturk to finnic in such a pat-
what as your rutterdamrotter. Onheard of and um-
scene! Gut aftermeal! See you doomed.
Mutt. - Quite agreem. Bussave a sec. Walk a dun blink
roundward this albutisle and you skull see how olde
ye plaine of my Elters, hunfree and ours, where wone
to wail whimbrel to peewee o'er the saltings, where
wilby citie by law of isthmon, where by a droit of
signory, icefloe was from his Inn the Byggning to
whose Finishthere Punct. Let erehim ruhmuhrmuhr.
Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering
rue. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence:
hence, cool at ebb, they requiesce. Countlessness of
livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as
flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of
whirlworlds. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges
to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize!
Jute. - 'Stench!
Mutt. - Fiatfuit! Hereinunder lyethey. Llarge by the smal an'
everynight life olso th'estrange, babylone the great-
grandhotelled with tit tit tittlehouse, alp on earwig,
drukn on ild, likeas equal to anequal in this sound
seemetery which iz leebez luv.
