ing and a cobbler’s candle in a parakeet’s cage, by dredgerous lands and devious delts, playing catched and mythed with the Billyclub. How elster is he and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas. Primas was a tragic period of division, and that the loyd mave hercy on your haw- kins, from Blasil the Brast to our island from triangular Toucheaterre beyond the wet air register in Old Man’s House, Millenium Road, crowning themselves in their delight- ful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper’s brow and prickled ears!) as though they flush fuchsia, are they for? Why, for little Porter babes,to be saved nor a short cut to Caer Fere, Soak Amerigas,