"...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.)
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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Rev'd Spooner Meets Rev'd Carroll
He sought to thaw each thought he saw flee, frozen, from his mind. He peer'd again, then gear'd his pen, supposin' he'd...
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