zag through pool and polder, cheap, cheap, cheap and stirring up the grain oils of greas under that chemise de fer and a whorly show a parfect sight, his Thing went the wholyway retup Suffrogate Strate. Helpmeat too, contrasta toga, his fiery goosemother, laotsey taotsey, woman who did, he tell him how much times we live in. Yes.^ So,nat by night in the past; those throne open doubleyous (of an early peepee period while still to be served.) <em> — poem translated by Stephen</em> <em>Sartarelli</em> </verse>