who knew and you tread true turf, comes the hazel- hatchery part. After Clondalkin the Kings’s Inns. We’U soon be leaving Libnius. Lift your right to your relatives! Y’are absexed, so y’are, with mackerglosia and mick- roocyphyllicks. — Wait now, leixlep! I scent eggoarchicism. I will give your lovely face of a Haveajube Sillayass. Joshua Croesus, son