CoronaV test kits! So: where are they, Don...?
Days grow dark. Help's "too little, too late."
Still, our toilet's a showplace for caption'd pop art
scrawl'd in marker: loo tittle. (Loo Tate...?)
Moral:
For a good time, call Melania.
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.)
Saturday, March 14, 2020
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Rev'd Spooner Meets Rev'd Carroll
He sought to thaw each thought he saw flee, frozen, from his mind. He peer'd again, then gear'd his pen, supposin' he'd...
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PWWL is pleased to acknowledge the participation of friend-of-blog JD in creating this item. Collaboration in name, collaboration in pro...
