Though our losses outnumber our wins
and our forfeitures outpace our pins
and our outs
have the jump on our ins,
once again, the megillah* begins.
* Some mss show "Armageddon" here.
Which reading will prove definitive? As Lucky
says in Waiting for Godot, …"time will tell...
quaquaqua…"
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "...plus phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The matter 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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