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Sunday, November 23, 1997
An Anagram for the Lord's Prayer
By Paul Ford
Each letter switched.
It's Sunday. Here's an anagram for the Lord's Prayer:
HELP ROSY RETARD
Warfare haunt thine Hoover!
By the lewd, mean halo,
Bed the lily now.
Spoof myth; elude God.
Hi, non-edible owl! Coy theme?
Tie a nerve, NASA whore. I've a gutsy dish.
Dial your nervous red B.A.--
Gross fetus paradise:
Vassar stung testes.
Splendid attention, Automaton, but
Vassar, I shit vile sin from India Ink.
Prank midget woodhen, weigh
Hydrangea forever molten.
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