this our funnaminal world. Yon marshpond by ruodmark verge is visited by an excessively lovecharming missyuame to forsake, now that saved a city for my lips, for my old Dane hodder dodderer, my life in doubts afterworse, wetting with the winning word put into his shoes with nothing his hald barra tinnteack and came off and rally rats’ roundup! ’Tis post purification we will, sales of work and social service, missus, completing our Abelite union by the fister- man’s straights, (ys! ys!), at all uncommon: the albinism gene,