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Monday, March 18, 2024

Runcibl'd Spooner: Disabl'd

Disabled...? Leave the Lexus here!
Handicapped parking.
Peter, headless, lends an ear:
Pan, de-capp'd, harking. 
     Moral:
Sicken'd...? Start, cue the fright, 
and straight on till mourning.
     (With help from GFH)

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