Who bans
the paths of least resistance,
panning
peaceful coexistence...?
Albert,
dissing his assistants:
"Spooky
action at a distance."
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "Plus...phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The po'sy posted...? Poe's diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a mitzva, mostly. (Not a curse.)
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