A POET FITTING THE 4TH
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In the midst of the word he was trying to say, In the midst of his laughter and glee, He had softly and suddenly vanished away— For the Snark was a Boojum, you see. Before the full-scale invasion started. He, now 42. Was one of ‘elves. Top bio-engineers. Trained to create. Trained […]