The Day Of Mirandous Sarmassation

The fleshing into forwandering into the northward syte of druery
Garred; my bassing into carnation firked then a wayward fact of luxury.

Sans victuals cockshut passed in slumber; in brumal greking in a farer�s chamber
thy witch's boot my leg sned did render, ere the first fey morn of a black September.