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Saturday, September 26, 2020

Runcibl'd Spooner: Que Paso, Picasso...?


"Quinduplicated Quadrupeds"




A stare 
attempted by the Nose 
in Fitz’s tale. 
(He’s such a nut!):
The feeble glower
     A three-part 
choral song for men 
exalting 
Pablo’s linocut:
The glee “Bull Flower”

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