Midway on the journey of our life
we jury found the oily moon arife.
One pony an' a well be there? Oh, dear!
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here!
Midway on the journey of our life
we jury found the oily moon afire.
Need no owl be here? Nah! Altho' a pyre...
(Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.)
Call me Ishmael.
Mail me a "C" shell.
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.)
Sunday, March 17, 2019
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What A's Still Not For: A Revised Reissue Of An Early Illuminated Alphabet
The 2019 original "What A's Not For," addressed to a boy and his sister, indicated one at a time to that anonymous pair not on...
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PWWL is pleased to acknowledge the participation of friend-of-blog JD in creating this item. Collaboration in name, collaboration in pro...
