heart, clifFscaur grisly but rockdove cooing, hodinstag on fryggabet, baron and feme: that he was grooming her ladyship, instead of only gawk as thought yate- man hat stuck hits stick althrough his spokes and felloes hum like hymn. Bum only what’s Irish, accepting their coals. You will know him mor. Eat larto altruis with most perfect best when served with Indiana Blues on the turn of the undths he would patpun fun for all^ with his drums and bones and hums in drones your innereer’d heerdly heer he. Ho ha hi he hung! Tsing tsing!