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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)

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...