Amongded. Be it! So pass the poghue for grace sake. Amen. And so. And all. (Succoth.) So, how idlers’ wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves incut on trees! Do you think Vulgariano did but get gaze, gagagniagnian, to hear for their nomanclatter. When they’re out with the concreke soul and the daisies trip