There but for Pell grants go eye.
Lacking funds, you can’t get there from ear.
Who knows this? The Shadow: he nose.
(As for those who would throw it? Just
throat!)
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Of Pontiffs, Personas and Potables: A Rhyme Spree
Each verse in the poem below selects from two to four beverages ("pick'd poisons"), the last- mentioned of which is alw...
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Composed and illustrated in 2019, each verse of poetaster Ulysses ("Uly") Poe's illuminated nonsense lyric "What A's ...
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