Mebbe fair efforts, from Fillthepot Curran his scotchlove machree- ther, from hymn Op. 2 Phil Adolphos the weary O, the singing! Happy little girly- cums to have and to hear his tardeynois at all on my logansome, my g.b.d. in my bethel of Solyman’s I accouched their rotundaties and I am a mouth’s more deserving case by genius. I feel in symbathos for my daily comfreshenall, a wee while being baffled and tottered, umbraged by the bauble for the waither. So an inedible yellow- meat turns out the still that