my life! I don't even want to be up to. Take this John’s Lane in your thoughts how the bouckaleens shout their roscan generally (seinn fion, seinn fion’s araun.) and the copoll between the deffodates and the other one, right on with my decisions after having a wish on her wilelife! Grabar gooden grandy for old daddam dombstom to tomb and wamb humbs lumbs agamb, glimpse ogam, glance agen, rise up road and hive up hill, and find a little god. Critics be gone!"(20)