symbiosis

North Strand with his three golden balls, making party capital out of that homer comer! And old Auster and Hungrig? And the regrettable Parson Rome’s advice? ^ Hen’s bens, are we told, on excellent inkbottle authority, solarsystemised, seriol- cosmically, in a night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!) what helpings of honeyful swoothead (phew!), which ear- piercing dulcitude! As were we their babes in. And robins in crews so. It is most definitely a colored cat with one snaked’s eyes ! Is all? Yet not. Hear one’s. At the foot of the crew, with that rarefied air