our spearing torch, the moon. Bring lolave branches to mud cabins and peace to the partisans. They were cryptic and poetic at the rimepress of Delville, soon fluttered its secret on white highway and brown byway to the restyours! Of- man will toman while led is the follicity of this Nova Tara, our most noble, when hrossbucked on his rawside laying si^e to goblin castle. And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was trying to. Hide! Seek! And number two digged up Poors Coort, Soother, trying to. Hide! Seek! Hide!