Oh, one could burble a wren's idiocy, stony cairn in hand, sinking into bmarshland/b, one could rush-bonnet th'earth in hyacinthine revelry, one could stand cold in hard rain, a deft monkey, a sheer'd lambkin, a rut, a purse, a spigot-jot spilt on earth. b...../b When I reply'd that I'd be happy to do so, Kent, a fine mimic, respond'd with an ?oreye mush bilge,?a subtle noise I took for something possibly out of the mouth of Hoosier bJames/b Whitcomb Riley. ...
