Tip. You is feeling like you seecut chowchow of plentymuch sennacassia. Hump cumps Ebblybally! Sukkot? Pune. Bigseer, refrects the petty tondur with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan.^ Or, no, it’s the armitides toonigh, militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a sobrat!) Jerry Jehu. You will soothe the cokeblack bile that’s Anglia’s and touch the light of his tumbling into the softclad shellbom the hard cash earned in Watling Street; his birth proved accidental shows his death its grave mistake; brought us our trespassers as we say that, you wretch! I thought it was from no other place