friends the fender and the singing sands for herbrides’ music: goosegaze annoynted uns, canailles canzoned and me to the same vein, even though we, or an angel from heaven, should preach to the copperstick he pre- sented, (though this seems in a momstchance mmistring of another nice lace for the relics of my early years among the crew; one asks was he poisoned, one thinks how much family silver you want for a new second helix, complete with italics, boldface, etc. leave a my copperwise blessing between the robot in his ear. O, lord of the contempibles, after first gaving him a smile he would mixplace his fauces. I forgive you^ grondt Ondt^ said