Kid's
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      My
      Crackers!
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Y
      ,
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      TOOAY:
      HAMLET
      REUNTTES
      WITH
     
     
      AN
      COLD
      FRTEND
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      PESTTLENCE
      ON
      HIM
      FOR
      Py,
     
     
      MAD
      ROGUE!
      A
      POURD
      A
     
     
      FLAGON
      OF
      RHENTSH
      ON
      MY
     
     
      HEAD
      CAICE,
      THIS
      SAME
      SHULL,
     
     
      STR,
      1S
      YORTICK'S
      SHULL,
      THE
     
     
      WING'S
      TESTER.
      2
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
     
    
   
   
    
     
      $
     
    
   
   
    
     
      EEN
      THAT.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      GAMBOLS,
      YOUR
      SONG,
      YOUR
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      (WMS,
      POCK
      YORTCH!
      1
      KNEW)
      HIM>
     
     
      HORATIO,
      A
      FELLOW
      OF
      INE
      INTTE
     
     
      JEST,
      OF
      MOST
      EXCELLENT
      FANCY.
     
     
      HE
      HATH
      BORE
      ME
      Cu
      HTS
      BACK
     
    

    
     
      A
      THOUSAND
      TIMES,
      AND
      NOW
      HOW
     
     
      ABHORA'D
      IN
      MY
      IMAGINATION
      TT
     
     
      TS!
      M¥
      GORGE
      MISES
      AT
      TT.
      HERE
     
     
      How
      THOSE
      LIPS
      THAT
      T
      HAVE
     
     
      KISSD
      I
      KNOW
      NOT
      HOW
      OFT.
     
     
      WHERE
      BE
      YOUR
      GIBES
      HOw,
      YOUR
     
    
   
   
    
     
      FLASHES
      OF
      MERR
      IMENT,
      THAT
     
     
      WERE
      WONT
      TOC
      SET
      THE
      TABLE
      OW
     
     
      A
      ACAR?
      WOT
      ONE
      NOW
      TO
      MOCK
     
     
      YOUR
      OWN
      GHINNING
      --
      QUTTE
     
     
      CHOP-FALLW.
      NOW)
      GET
      YOu
      TO
      MY
     
     
      LADY'S
      CHAMBER,
      AND
      TELL
      HER,
      LET
     
     
      HER
      PAINT
      AN
      INCH
      THICK,
      TO
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      THIS
      FAVOR
      SHE
      MUST
      COME;
      MAKE
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      HER
      LAUGH
      AT
      THAT.
      ,
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      1
      BS
     
    
   
   
    
     
      PRITHEE,
      HOMATTIO,
     
     
      TELL
      ME
      OWE
      THING,
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
          
     
    
   
   
    
     
      DOST
      THOU
      THINK
     
     
      ALEXANDER
      LOOKD
     
     
      A
      THIS
      FASHTON
     
     
      Tt
      TH
      EARTH?
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘And
      SMELT
      SO?
      PA!
     
    
   
   
    
     
      (WHAT'S
      THAT,
      MY
      LORD?)
     
    
   
   
    
     
      eeW
      $0.
      |
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      EEN
      $0,
      MY
      LORD.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      .
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      MUSTARD
     
     
      COMICS!
     
    
   
   
    
     
      pont
     
    
   
   
    
     
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