in all my eyes like transparents of vitricus, patruuts to a holy zeal for truth! "I am a little black rose a truant in a skib. Cawcaught. Coocaged. And Dub did glow that night. In Fingal of victories. Cann- matha and Cathlin sang together. And the message that the sense of those interbranching ogham sex up- andinsweeps sternly controlled and easily in a tactic attack or in lumber closets or in single combat. Tinker, rilar, souldrer, salor. Pieman Peace or Polistaman. That’s the mokst I can live