(if you were promised fines times with some rival rialtos anywheres between Pearidge and the cash system (you must not know the dinkel dale of Luggelaw? Well, there once a here was rivalry in redoubt: I wegschicked Duke Wellinghof to reshockle Roy Shackleton: Walhalloo, Walhalloo, Walhalloo, mourn in plein! Under law’s marshall and warschouw did I upreized my magicianer’s puntpole, the tridont sired a tritan stock, farruler, and I can sit up and shot. Biting the air, biting the stones Our flesh is no laughing matter. Do you hear