The Walrus and the Senator go rushing 'round the Russell.
"Retard yall's step," the Senator prescribes. "Forestall yall's hustle!"
"When we win seats, no Dem defeats sub rosa alt-right muscle."
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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Rev'd Spooner Meets Rev'd Carroll
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