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Sunday, March 3, 2024

Ballderdash

     Wiffle Ballmer 

     It is 
dimpl'd. It is yellow. It is 
roundish, doncha know it.
     It will 
curve...'n' then will swerve...'n' then will 
sink each time you throw it.
     It is 
hollow; in its hold it hoards some 
snow-dissolving salt.
     (Do you 
fail to find this charming...? Such is 
surely not my fault.)


Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

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