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Ep. 44: L O A A P O C Z: Lo: a…a…pocz!
There once dwelt a flu-bearing fox
who, while otherwise heterodox,
spread his
virus through town.
When the
whole town came down,
I, immune,
shouted, “Lo: a…a…pocz!”
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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