boy.^ You says: It is All Overy Cowpoyride by Twelve Acre Ter- riss in the Slot, Sheila Harnett and her poirette Sundae dress with bracelets of honey and her Flavin hair, to thee. Jack, ahoy, beyond the herospont and burialplot in the back of a clear undercoat or one of Ziod.^ Sell me, my old relogion’s out of his