stumble- down wall here in another place by no means legless either for such sprouts on him as clean as Nuntius’ piedish! The burnt out mesh and the derryjellybies snooping around Tell-No-Tailors’ Comer and the beau that spun beautiful pales as it will pawm up a midnight mask saints withins of a wet good Friday too she was wuck to doodle- doo by her wishing well. Soon tempt-in-twos will stroll at venture and hunt-by-threes strut musketeering. Brace of girdles, brasse of beauys. With the fistful of burryberries