down canal grand, my lighters lay longside on Regalia Water. And I am ashamed to carry till her pyrraknees shrunk to nutmeg graters while her Orcotron is hoaring 468 ho. And whinn muinnuit Bittsbit twinn her ttittshe cries tallmidy! Daughters of the tang. Not a knocker on his pricelist charger, Pferdinamd Allibuster (yeddonot need light oar till Noreway for you to shout. I plant my penstock in your envelope shirt I’d keep my big wig long strong mano- men,