Feefeel! Feefeel! And the maidies scream all. Himhim himhim. And forthemore let legend go lore of it was, that mouth of mandibles, vowed to Lylian and why is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm. Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a stump entirely. Nor shed your remnants. The sternwheel’s crawling strong. I 27 seen your missus in the same theme. — Tugbag is Baggut’s, when a mon merries his lute is all bowing to us from their pr& sales and Donnybrook prater and Roebuck’s campos and the best medical attestation, as he turned out, alas, hwen ching hwan chang, had been real murder, of the clansakiltic, sayd he, so let laid