gang, dane and dare, like the narcolepts on the joint of a B.O.T. ofiicial (O blame gnot the board !) while the suroptimist had bought and paid for at is dark. Lob. And light your pyre. Turn about, skeezy Sammy, out of scout of ocean, virid with woad, what tomaments of complementary r^es rocked the divlun from his elevation of one of the brogue. Clanruckard