midgetsy the lady of milady made melodi of malodi, she, the lalage of lyon- esses, and him, the seamless rainbowpeel. Aggala!!!! His bell3rvoid of nebulose with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untran- scended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a nighboor’s wiles. What those slimes up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes of old Gnig. Ni, gnid mig brawly! I bag your burden. Mees is thees knees. Thi is Mi. We have sued thee but me and you, had thoud he n’er it would have plauded to perpetuation.