Alex Gabriel

Writer. Reader. Romancer.


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I love that “Nonsense Poetry” exists…

… and that the more you think about it, the less nonsensical it becomes.

Cold Are the Crabs
Edward Lear

Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills
Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,
And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe
The tedious gloom of philosophic pills!
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