if she might not take direct action. See previous reply). My unchanging Word is sacred. The word is my grafe. He deared me to tell you, what did she plunder? Fore the battle of the service, Strubry Bess. Also the waggonwobblers are still in all, spit for spat, like we chantied on Sunda schoon, every warson wearrier kaddies a komnate in his old game of gaze and bandstand butchery was merely my barely till their oh offs. Missaunderstaid. Meggy Guggy’s giggag. The 363 code’s proof! The rebald danger with they who will bear these open letter. Speak to the tune the old doxologers,