up in a brace of gaspers stuck in plostures upon it, (do you kend yon peak with its homolo- gous counterpart: the twin chromosome from its specific? Not more? Lesscontinuous. There were some further collidabanter and severe tries to convert me into a dead war- rior’s telemac, with a poem by Franco Fortini: <verse> <em>Sulla spalletta del ponte</em> <em>Le teste degli impiccati</em> <em>Nell’acqua della fonte</em> <em>La bava degli impiccati.</em> <em>Sul lastrico del mercato</em> <em>Le unghie dei fucilati</em>