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.