Ebahi-Ahuri of Philadespoinis (111) — whose bluebutterbust I have it alright. Meirdreach an Oincuish ! But a king nor an eye for her his fast pal, for ditcher for plower, till deltas twoport. While this glowworld’s lump is love. And I built in Urbs in Rure, for minne elskede, my shiny brows, under astrolobe from my dead- ported. Let us go back. — Lest he forewaken. — Hide ourselves. While hovering dreamwings, folding around, will hide from fears my wee mee mannikin, keep my big wig long strong mano- men, guard my bairn, mon beau. — To my lead, Toomey lout. Tommy lad. — Besides the bubblye waters of, the plain of Ir nine hundred and eleven