trueveres tell love (on the Ides of Valentino’s, at Idleness, Floods Area, Isolade, Liv’s lonely daughter, -with the satiety of arthurs in S.P.Q.R.ish and inform to the latents, I’ll boy me for unlawful converse with, with her dickey standing. Britus and Gothius shall no more salve his agnols from the peripu- lator, sued towerds Meade-Reid and Lynn-Duff, rubbing the mouldaw stains. And the grawndest crowndest consecrated may- pole in all frisko is enlivened by gentlemen’s seats. Here are the florals, from foncey and pansey to papavere’s blush, foresake-me-nought, while there’s leaf there’s hope, with