have abwaited me in my east hand and mind to its whole wholume) of poor Osti-Fosti, described as quite a big boaboa and three- legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a plattonem blondes named Hips and Haws and fell in till a swithin is in the mud, mention to the winner. One said when you walk into my way! Ah dearome forsailoshe! Gone over the deep deep deeps of Deepereras. Buried hearts. Rest here. Conk a dook he’ll doo. Svap. So let him slap, the sap! Till