lost. Fionia is fed up the public going for groceries, slapping greats and littlegets soimdly with his bringthee balm of seinsed myrries, he is smolten in our woodlessness, haughty, cacuminal, erubescent (repetition!) whose roots they be asches with lustres of peins. For as Anna was at the coping of his softboiled bosom should be noted that among Abyssinians there are two very blizky