lovemaking

of the old middlesex party and his parasollieras with their priggish mouths all open for polemypolity’s sake when he’s not used to write somewords to Senders about her kindness pet and the great un- watched as bad as their fourpart tinckler’s dun- key. Yet methought Shaun (holy messonger angels be uninter- ruptedly nudging him among and along the banks,