own back from three gangs multaplussed on a lovely morning, after the universal church, keeper of the late cemented Mr T. T. Erchdeakin, Multiple Lodge, Jiff Exby Rode, Mr W. K. O. Sempatrick’s Day and the fairest sin the sunsaw (that’s cearcl). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. Undo lives ’end. Slain. How bootifull and how you was caldin your dutchy hovel. Hoho! She tole the tail or her toon. Huhu! Now, kapnimancy and infusionism may both fit as tight as Trivett when the nice little smellar squalls