The man of Form The voyage to Dion Descartes was no biologist.
There is a river that runs through Mosoger Where her gentle soul laid Oh grandmother!
Padre left for country’s summon Priests must become soldiers
Doctors addicted to feasting blood and heart; Their wrath the teared down narrows and bones, they are gladdened by glorious offices, horses on prides boulevard of deed unjust.
The gray sky dotted Black bats scream ; Anguish The leader of ogoni dins today