No More Learning

Yet still in all, spit for spat, like we chantied on
Sunda schoon, every warson wearrier kaddies a komnate in his schnapsack and unlist I am getting foegutfulls of the rugiments of savaliged wildfire I was           willmate and send us victorias with nowells and brownings, dumm, sneak and curry, and all the fun I had in that fanagan's week.