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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Monday, February 17, 2020
Degrees (Positive, Comparative, Superlative)
Degrees Begin by printing a hard copy of this image. Next, using scissors or a razor blade, cut carefully along the dotted line. Remove the USA-shaped paper scrap, then Scotch tape the entire remaining sheet to your bathroom mirror and, while looking into the USA-shaped negative space... reflect.
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