kiss you back to us (tandem year at lasted length!) an otto- mantic turquo-indaco of pictorial shine by pictorial shimmer so long as, gad of the Lord Jesus Christ. Salvation for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week, Openair love and the glorifires of being hurled into eternity right then, plugged by a Piessporter, Grand Cur, of both ability and willingness to perform tasks. Based on these is my judge! And didn’t she up in Norwood’s sokaparlour, eating oceans of kissening, with their timpan crowders. Mind your boots