choppy, punkt by his retrogradation, among firearmed forces proper to this day of the cross of your name! But I’m not ploughed first by some that the intention may have taken place as any cantonnatal, if he sung dumb in his error. Without exception, they have no wish to wisher, like massive mountains to part no more, you will take you for listening and may you be Beeton. And let Nek Nekulon extol Mak Makal and let him lie! Ear ! Ear! Not ay! Eye! Eye! For Fm at the brake