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Friday, December 18, 2020

Repost: Earth From Space

She were born in Debaqqamee, Handustan,
to tough nuts (two) from Lower deBoome --
or so I’ve been given 
to understand, driven
by works from the ballpoint of Hume.

She were rais’d in Toronto, Ontario,
with a household of Canada geese
who, engulf’d (past-due bills), 
soon bequeath’d their best quills
to a paperback writer in Greece.

As a child, 'midst the mists of mid-dimnights,
when Sargassos flow iciest cold,
she would slip from her bed, 
slip her slip o'er her head
and let rip: skinny dipping (I'm told). 

Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

Lolita, light of my life...  ...might fail to yell "Foil!"...  ...or opt to yell "Epee!" -- she's just that unpredic...