Today's musical liturgy features a
favorite seasonal hymn of liturgists
and vegetarians alike:
"Okra's Mystery."
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.)
Tuesday, December 3, 2024
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