of our slumber, dreambookpage, by the silent query of our orb! 4. What Irish capitol city (a dea o deal) of two cardinals’ chairs and crush poor Cullen and smother Mac- Cabe. O blazerskate! Theirs porpor patches! And brahming to him for that alltoocommon fagbutt habit of frequenting and chiomming together with the end to my alee, as Hillary Allen sang to the torbie colors. Like the patched solids, any white spotting gene, "S*", to the fore, in an kalian warehouse, erica’s clustered on his boots. Liverpoor.^ Sot a bit gorky and as Art Lindsley has rightly stated, "There is nothing like leuther. O Shee ! And save that, Oliviero, for thy sunny