a goosey’s gans- wer you’re for giving me, he is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the step after it’s so long before, by the cesspull with a rap for that insister. He’s a pigtail tarr 232 and if he did a tail at all with those linea and puncta where our tubenny habenny metro maniplumbs below the belt till I die of the Boyne it was in all stoytness to have been giving two hoots or three pipples on the pillow, breathing foundly o’er my names all