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.)
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Saturday, June 28, 2025
Richard Llewellyn's How Green Was My Valley Anagramaniacal Opening Lines
I am packing my belongings...
...Ma -- locking penis in gym bag...
Look the other way, won't you, please, Mother, 'til I'm finished...?
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