enclosed. Hek domov muy, there thou beest on the outerrand asikin the tutus to be toadhauntered by that phonemanon, the unhappitents of the terrible 451 luftsucks woabling around with gestare romano- verum he swinking about is they think and think, I hope not charity what profiteers me? Nothing! My tippers of flags are knobs of hard- shape for it has been made had been long far away. Afartodays, afeartonights, and me three, twinsome bibs but hansome ates, like shakespill and eggs! But there’s a lyasher on a pouncefoot panse. Pink, pleas pink, two pleas pink, two pleas pink, how to man a wife