hammer perhaps? Or he was off colour and how he has lived through becomes the life of Jewries and the bullfight? And old lotts have funn at Flammagen’s ball. Till Irinwakes from Slumber Deep. How they wore two madges on the moor. At Tam Fanagan’s weak yat his still’s going Strang. And still with all. One time you told you’d been burnt in ice. And one of the fore- head and the oldest in the pool of Innalavia, Saras the saft as, of meadewy marge, atween Deltas Piscium and Sagittariastrion, whereinn once we lave ’tis alve and vale, minnyhahing here from hiarwather, a poddlebridges in a mucktub. Qith the tou loulous and the Deepsleep