"...I love The Stars ‘n’ Stripes. I love ‘em.
Billowing or Furled.
I know much more about The Flag than anyone
in the world..."
"...I love The Mind. I love the Brain Stem.
Love the Frontal Lobe.
I know much more about The Mind than anyone
on the globe..."
"...I love Christianity. The Cross. The
Virgin Birth.
I know much more about The Lord than anyone
on earth..."
"...I love Mineralogy. Love Quartz. Love Tuff. Love Granite.
I know much more about The Rock than anyone
on the planet..."
"...I love the Giant Panda Bear. I love its Black Eyes, Paws, Nose…
I know much more about The Bear than anyone
in the cosmos..."
(I love the Lie. I love the Guile. I love Prevarication.
I know much less about The Truth than anyone
in creation.)
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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