And [t]heir ahh (this fishily) such plaices and thymes we re-
selvas of; and when you chop would[s] of [t]here saps,
you dye of faces palos, and proper stuck too.
And if the above is all confused, and [t]his is the truth, let me tell you now
how much I begin to love you.
And if you are blown, as con-
fused by lies lite as I ever woz, just think on this thawt: a thawt of unfreezing; a thawt of absolute sexual pleas-
And so when I am close to you, it’s like nothing hurts at all; all the pane just disappears in the windows of
eyes, and your yous –
and these me and rightly be.
You see, I always loved arándanos: as blew as could
Now I’ll love you, too.