Spring '06 TOC
E nchanted tree, I climb you, easily, E nfolded green among the scenery. E cclesiastic rapture freezes me; E spirit of wooded leafage sets me free.
E lide your lovely leaves with entropy: E mit the light to see dendrology E lated be, to elevate Grand-Prix E luction (evil loves alee). Don't flee
E ntzwischen Tweedledum & Tweedle-dee. E cdysiast of autumn, plead the glee E lite; equality's low-quality, E ffete. I clamber thee & fall from thee,
E quivalence of glee. In space a spree E pitome. In all: eternity.
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