Poet Poe pens nonsense verse.
"Plus...phun," puns Uly, "I disburse."
Its gamut runs from spam to worse.
The po'sy 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.)
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Saturday, June 28, 2025
George Orwell's 1984 Anagramaniacal Opening Lines
It was a bright cold day in April...
...what AI call'd "a boy's tiring drip"...
...just how tiring the drip could become young Winston would discover all too soon...
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