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Friday, September 8, 2023

Natal Nocturnes

Natal day; fatal day. 
View'd-towards-grave-from-cradle day.
Something common; something weird:
Occam's razor; Plato's beard.
Fatal day; natal day.
Runcibleized ladle day.
Ada's woodshed; Meinong's jungle.
E. St. Vincent Rumsey-Bungle.

Natal day; fatal day.
Hansel's sister Gretel day.
One thing only (two at most):
Farder'd sun and ol' Lee's ghost.
Fatal day; natal day.
Showers likely: grey, dull day.
Alf's MacGuffin; Charlie's Tramp.
Uncle Fritzie's Odes de Gamp.

Natal day; fatal day.
Level 7, grade L day.
All things equal, nothing's fair:
blasted castles in the air.
Fatal day; natal day.
Mortgaged heaven, paid hell day.
Homer's Hector; Joyce's Bloom.
(Joyce's Molly, if there's room.)

"Natal day; fatal day," 
Mame the chambermaid'll say.
"Nothing standard; nothing rare:
Lenin's scissors; Marx's hair."
Fatal day; natal day.
"Dreidle, dreidle, dreidle," eh...?
Shakespeare's Pistol; Chekhov's gun.
Done...though, while it's lasted, fun.

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