 Some jewier, noisier, humble creature, what is it but a black body growth? Are that Dwyer, Grayass, and four-owned conjures owns? Are you mean in therapy, and Lyons, and Gregory? I mean, no, thank all the four of them, and they're all of them. The draves, that's three in the mist. An old Johnny McDougal along with them. Is that the poor big flasher of the aunt? Far, far? On a fireboat, coasting near the Krishna, or a glow I behold within a hedge, or my Gary come back from the Indus, wait till the honey in the blue lobe, die Eve, let leave, die, we see that wonder in your eyes. We'll meet again, we'll part once more, the spot I'm seek if the hour you find. My chart shines high where the blue makes upset. Forgive me quick, I'm going, goodbye. And you clock your watch, forget me not, you're even low, so safe to turn as any. My sights are swimming ticker on me by the shadows to this place. I saw home slowly now my own way, my valley way, to where I too, rock mine. Ah, but she was the queer old skyosha anyhow, and a lily of 30 toes, I'm sure he was the queer old buns too, dear dirty dumpling, who's their father of fingers and dotha gills? Dotha and Gammer were all their gangsters, hadn't he seven dams to wife him, and every dam had her seven crutches, and every crutch had its seven hues, and each hue had a differing cry, suds for me and supper for you, and the doctor's bill for George on. Before, before, he married his markets cheap by foul I know, like any a Thurian Catholic even, in their pinky, lemony, creamy burnies, and out-purchasingly aloves, but at milked mass who was the spouse? Then all that was was fairer, to sell them land, teams of tribes, and happy returners, the same anew. Or do we poor, we recall though, and a was, lilies, pluribens to be, to not manage thing made south folks place, for how many plurators make each one in person, flatten me, that may trigger his scorn, out of your sans-greed into our area, hirkus chivis eblanensis, he had bock-o-paps on him, soft ones, broad threes, oh Lord, twins of his bosom, Lord, say thus, and hope, eh, for all men, ha, his tittering daughters out, look, can't hear with the waters out, the tittering waters out, frithering bats, feed mice, bark, talk, oh, are you not gone ahon, bark, tongue, my own, can't hear the bark of bats, all men, defeating waters out, oh, talk, say thus, might loose your moose, I feel as old as yonder elm, a tail-told of Sean or Shem, all living his daughters out, dark hawks who hear us, my whole head warms, I feel as heavy as yonder stone, tell me of Sean or Shem, who well shem and shem, living sons and daughters out, night now, tell me, tell me, tell me elm, night, night, tell me tale of stem of stone, beside the delivering waters out, thithering, thithering waters out, night.