Dust Jacket From First Addition

Sew the Government to A Thread on the Silks of the Jockey at the Hurdle of the dork,

in that the Flint on a Plank to Pyre is the Signal as The the At tured to bunch Shut a Crutch,

so the bends met the blues to a Dungeon on the Floor that mister on the missing of the Miss at a gore`d,

to Task that burn to ink on the Hosp. Petal flour to that butter of the York Shire or is It get a duct,

the Tape is the Handle the file is the Rib the Cabinet is the Symbol and the Body is the Tool,

the Mind on the Thatch to that Snapper on the Crap is then the Toy lets Bore Dom or a Cache.

Dig to the swell Groovy on the Kid this Is not a Sike rather the Kicks in the dirt,

barter for the trader a Horse on the Mule saddles from the Hobbled and raised to be A clip,

loaded by the Part poe Leased to brands that last to Speak in Fact which is the War locked the Virtue or the Freud.

On Course is Jung to that Patrol on the Thoughts of book Cases suddenly moving On the based,

to Touch the World Wars of Swiss to cheese Amongst the Money Tree is that the Burp on kneed,

to Sword of Swail the bellow Mail a bright Ton to Watch the Valley of the Dollar`d read.

So than lest bent to Sex at the Pans of the Flustery That Education on the College of Reality for the Toll,

price this with a branch at the Vigor of the Graped to Vines of the Route,

Watts an Equal is It sum Is the Hide on treat the Scrub to Mens Call a Knee at Plumb.

Well in the depth of the drive to dump stir and the refuse,

garbage on the Flowers too make that ground a bung`d,

grow Sir to that butcher Shop a Jim Jones to that divisive Thought,

whats a Clue.

Board Gamed talking Conversation switch to a Thigh, theory on the Con Spear A See,

from that dip to Ink in Tip a drink or Is it blow Face sigh a Throat of swallow steep`d,

that would be The Readers Die Jest to spark the Comic Crow,

to bring the Ladder or Is it Sweats that Pants and All the Moll`s,

why that would be an 815 the F.B.I. say An tawn La Vay,

consider A Pre Sep`t shun to score the Now to Full so breeze this with my Hand it is the Plug to Shammed.

For on the Count of 123 it really jumps to Stride,

that 16 foot bounce to know that the 12 have lunch`d,

short that Course to 10 and say that each harp does gosh a String,

for in Arena the Modern Scene Gym Nast Ticks got a theme`d.

Is it the Bag gone to Hood that Magazine Is that barrel the Rifles,

is then the spread the terminal on the trains of stations chored,

dued to form the Stand at sync is showing a Ka Mon knall it Tee that sketchers gots Ud sleeved,

shirts and tales profits jay ole`s and prisms that bleep Nine.