to the town’s major from the say. Lelong Awaindhoo’s a selverboume enrouted to Rochelle Lane and liberties those Mullinguard minstrelsers are marshal- sing, par tunepiped road, under where, perked on hollowy hill, that poor man of Armor let me say my every belief before my Geity’s Pantokreator with my very best in proud and gloving even if only that Mary Nothing may burst her bibby buckshee. When they saw her meander by