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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Friday, October 30, 2020
Runcibl'd Spooner: Flubb'd Med
Some iffy stuff -- hydroxl kin --
concerning which Trump lied:
hydroxychloroquine. A bit of fluff of Mr. Quinn;
say "hi" to Roxie Clyde: Clyde, Roxie -- whore o' Quinn. Moral:
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