He sought to thaweach thought he sawfly, frozen, from his mind.He gazed once more,then, dazed, he swore,supposin' he'd gone blind.
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.)
Saturday, March 1, 2025
Rev'd Spooner Meets Rev'd Carroll
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