dada knew she was tired of being a man she became-woman as devenir as she could get to the veer of its vaulting four-wheeling in theE cockamamie sun _ her tugged of poor selves blinkered at the stop of ruin .

dada was winged to her pregnant self

sir then sir then!

peace be on hold ya!

yer dada is mama a mamafesto for every tourney to

un bilan de programme not a festo every again
but a festoon of ridges, trestles and twos.