I used to be a stooge for Sather Karf, before I got sick of it.
I was a stooge, and then I learned better.
I loved playing the fool for Karf.
The back jacket is an empty apart from an illustrated rose.
The man is blowing bubbles in church.
A girl plays in sand.
There is a young man dressing in a red wardrobe holding yard scarps.
Our parents were brother and sister.
The people arranged themselves