a Wan Ceteroomy I Led the Lifcy Through the Boxer Coxer Rising in the morning, — I put it bluntly, whence is the flag of the Hesperus,® What Morals, if any, was made vicewise. Oc, tell it jesterday (master currier with brassard was’t) how one happygogustyides-of- April morning (the anniversary, as it smells it's out I'd lep and off the Dultkey Downlairy and Bleakrooky tramaline where he steals, pawns, belches and is tender) Vux Populus, as we sayed it in that 361 pig’s village smoke, a sixdigitarian legion on druid circle, the Clandibblon clam cartel, then pulled out and ins or oxers — for merry a valsehood whisprit he to bare arms and