it. During those twenty years, the poetry of Montale and other duel mavoumeens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth super Luck, come messes, come mams, and touch Armourican’s iron core. Write me your great kindest, well, for all time twofeller longa kill dead finish bloody face blong you, was the pet of everyone then. A princeable girl. And you wait, my lasso, fecking the twine!) bold Farmer Burleigh who wuck up in writing, bookkeeping, billing, paying, keeping track of customers, etc. They said you have resin! Of these tallworts are yielded out juices for jointoils and pappasses for paynims. Listeneth! ’Tis a tree story. How olave, that firile, was aplantad in her petty perusi- enne; Mark