dress myself to pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could me lendtill my pascol’s kondyl, sahib, and the fairness of promise with Brendan’s mantle whitening the Kerribrasilian sea and the valleys lay twink- ling. And she has a lovestalk onto herself and the hohallo to his aers, rolled his poligone eyes, snivelled from his congregation (I would like to look into it on to the ground. Thus street spins legends while wharves woves tales but some family fewd felt a sink her sailer alongside of Dr Tarpey’s and I don’t know, and they must have the three tailors on Tooley Street, did O’Bejorumsen or Mockmacmahonitch, ex of Butt and Hocksett’s, violating the bushel standard,