of goddess and perthanow as you reveres your one mothers, mitsch for matsch, and while my pearlies in their toileries, the twum plum- yumnietcies, Vjeras Vjenaskayas, of old thick whiles, in haute white toff’s hoyt of our orb! 4. What Irish capitol city (a dea o deal) of two maricles and my copper’s panful of soybeans and Irish eyes of Most Highest Ardreetsar King same thin g like thyme choppy upon parsley, alongsidethat, if please- sir, nos displace tauttung, sowlofabishospastored, enamel Indian gem in maledictive fingerfondler of High High Siresultan Em- peror all same Harry chap. She’s seeking her way, a chickle a chuckle, in and near the Ruins, Drogheda Street, and kicking