She has carefully arranged the coachman’s lantern to better snoop (whoever is cute goes backward and whispers around) and all stolen goods go into her knapsack: silk ribbons and shimmering buttons, soft slippers and flasks from all corners of the world, musical instruments and sacred amulets, maps, keys, and piles of coins, along with jeweled brooches carrying ominous stains, exquisite garters and an abundance of fine footwear and delicate trinkets, and an assortment of treasures and a collection of delicacies, and an unfortunately unattractive collection of desserts and various musical instruments, exquisite fabrics and precious metals, and the final lament that springs from the heart (heartbreaking!) and the most beautiful sight that the world has seen (that’s love!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. The end of life undone. Slain.
Finnegan’s Wake
She’s burrowed the coacher’s headlight the better to pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps, keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw (that’s cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. Undo lives ‘end. Slain.
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