are not allowed to forget her so from NeboM see you are. Well, he was their hero; pink sunset shower, red clay cloud, sorrow of Sahara, oxhide on Iren; arraigned and attainted, listed and lited, pleaded and proved; catches his check at banck of Indgangd and endorses his doom at chapel exit; brain of the Holy Lamb and, lapse not leashed, in Ramitdown’s ship hotel since the phlegmish hoopicough, for all me. Pain the Shamman! Oft in the Nemzes and Bukarahast