The beverage of choice...? Our local water.
Its vintage...? Apropos: it's been call'd "the house mer l'eau."
(We are told you'll not withhold your imprimatur.)
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.)
Wednesday, February 16, 2022
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