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.)
Open...
...Amaranth
...Barley
...Couscous
...Durum
...Einkorn
...Freekah
...Graham
...Hominy
...Incaberry
...Jowar
...Kamut
...La Lechera
...Millet
...Nuphar
...Orzo
...Polenta
...Quinoa
...Rye
...Sorghum
...Teff
...Ungernia
...Valerian
...Wheatberry
...Xanthisma
...Yucca
...Zizania
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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