Martin Luther King:
Mohan Gandhi-like figure:
his God keeps an eye on the sparrow.
Cartin' Luthier Ming...?
Mongo's maker of mandos
demands, "Wheel me 'bout in your barrow!"
Moral:
The People of Clay: ofay...? Or au fait...?
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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