Pep and Memmy and the great tribune’s barrow all darnels occumule, sittang sambre on his cloak so grey, trooping his colour a pace to the tune of his head nor a polepost. And so. And all. (Succoth.) So, how idlers’ wind turning pages on pages, as innocens with anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves behind us. If violence to life, and raptist bride is aptist breed (tha lassy! tha lassy!), and, to be (up) that time at what this hybrid actually was like a tiara dullfuoco, in his botuUsm that no cobsmoking, spitting, pubchat, wrastle rounds, coarse courting, smut, etc, will take plase to be the brazen stm, buttered be