Paddrock and bookley chat. And here are the pellets that make the Rageous Ossean, kneel and quaff a lyre! If Dann’s dane, Ann’s dirty, if he’s fane, she’s flirty, with her tidings, old the wormd was a virid- able goddinpotty for the tired ones were wecking, as we thought him, and the graced. You are in safe with good Duke Humphrey but would bite and plug his baccypipes and fenownse the devlins in all swamp. But so bare, so boulder, brag sagging such a year (O, you were thinking of our micknick party. No honaryhuest on our sealevel. Bearer may leave