April 21, 2017 A Lipogram without an “A” When upon one moonlit night I strolled rough contours of deepest dell, frightful gorge I spied this very funny George Wiley wisp upon the moors Become his friend I might Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 4
