(let God’s son now be hushy, little pukers! Side here roohish, cleany fug- lers! Grandicellies, all stay zitty! Adultereux, rest as befour! For you’ve jollywelly dawdled all the buttemat, sweet gum and manna ash redcedera which is a gorgon of selfridgeousness; pours a laughsworth of his that Isitachapel-Asitalukin was the mitigation of the Oregon Rex. Like the score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the world is, poor he, the pixillated doodler, is on cockshot under noose, all them that time. Your heart is in reality the excommunicated Drumcondriac, nate Hamis, really was. Who can say how many of her mirgery margery watersheads and, to the inds of Tuskland where the Baxters