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| Protestor with Boomerang |
“Don’t get all hot ‘n’ bother’d.
That’s
just pyrite,” colliers shout.
Fool’s
gold
The dealer takes two cards.
I raise. The undead cry, “We’re out!”
Ghouls
fold
Moral:
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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