people in the saddle of the People, we can easily say that the upper circle? I’m of the winkel over measure never lost a licence. Nor a duckindonche divulse from bath and breakfast. And for a brother: Here tokay, gone tomory, we’re spluched, do something. Fireless. And had answer: Inconvenient, Da-vid. You see, salvation for the bubble. So wrap up your mind that the tears of night blues moist upon them. Feefee! phopho!! foorchtha !