I had a vexed dream on night.
How did the angel look.
What was the buoygivingthe street Arab.
Pudding
He had a weary look.
What did the author send to the rummage sale.
There was nothing to grumble at.
What sort of dream did the author sea.
I have never felt so sordid.
The author had a vexing dream one night.
The writer wanted to have a diary to take down his.
