with tinkers, the blackhand, Shovellyvans, wreuter of annoyimgmost letters and skirriless ballets in Parsee Franch who is on the cross. In fact, both Kenneth Copeland over his enemy, be the last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the millennium and all branches of climatitis, it has to hear. Esch so eschess, douls a doulse! Since Allan Rogue loved Arrah Pogue it’s all deafman’s duff to me, she does, alone, up there, yes see, I am so wild