De Niro show'd range.
Sang the bum, drolly:
“A little spare change…?”
Moral:
Take me out of the ball game.
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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Ha! Good one! Short and Bittersweet my favorite kinda cho-co-laat
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