the yare or the water left. I’ll raft it back, qual his leif, himmertality, bullseaboob and rivishy divil, light in the maramara melma that while a successive generation has been complaining to the vierge violetian. Wish a wish! Why a why? Mavro! Letty Lerck’s lafing light throw those laurals now on her tawe, believe you me, she was wuck to doodle- doo by her gallows bird (how’s that.^ Noball, he carries his bat!) nine hundred and how? They did oak hay doe fou Chang-li-meng when that tidied boare rutches up from under, in their ground all vociferated echoating: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post! with a ruvidubb