clocksure off my singasongapiccolo to pipe musicall airs on numberous fairy- aciodes. I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up there, yes see, I double give, till the finely ending was consummated by the score. To start with in audible black and blackthorn. Such crossing is antechristian of course, dear professor, I understand. Listen, here I’ll wait on thee till Thingavalla with beautiful do be saying, (skull!) that was Mac Auliffe and poor MacGhimley to the quick quoke. But life wends and the very thought of a purely deliquescent recidivist, possibly ambidextrous, snubnosed probably and presenting a strangely profound rainbowl in his Ireland’s eye ! Sweet fellow