| And Saturday gets back to this bud that could get into your mouth |
TASTE |
| Could be a leak but never a leek |
KALE |
| Cry, yet in turn make light of it |
BLUB |
| Cute, perhaps, in the strict sense |
SEVERE |
| Draws as cold as corpses |
DEADHEATS |
| Edge fifty in the edge |
SIDLE |
| Father's around, dear, for such military occasions |
PARADES |
| Flowering in Ulysses |
ABLOOM |
| Green enough and old enough for a taxi, by the sound of it |
CABBAGE |
| Has an inclination to get in last |
ASLANT |
| How grand to get shot in the bone! |
MARROW |
| How legally one might be one over the eight |
ATHEBAR |
| How the saint so desired to get into a duel |
LUSTED |
| Hurry out behind her |
BUSTLE |
| In any case this must have been most stupid |
LEASTWISE |
| In short, you might come between the boys in the trees to make them popular |
ABELES |
| In the end, Ena might get confused if she's one over the eight |
ENNEAD |
| It's not so odd to get numbers of them in the ship |
SEVENS |