zine_maker/text/oulipo.txt
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Bold Nassan quits his
<i>caravan,</i>
A hazy mountain grot to
<i>scan;</i>
Climis jaggy rocks to find his
<i>way,</i>
Doth tax his sight, iut far doth
<i>stray.</i>
Not work of man, nor sport of
<i>child</i>
Finds Nassan on this mazy
<i>wild;</i>
Lax grow his joints, limis toil in
<i>vain-</i>
Poor wight! why didst thou quit that
<i>plain?</i>
Vainly for succour Nassan
<i>calls;</i>
Know, Zillah, that thy Nassan
<i>falls;</i>
But prowling wolf and fox may
<i>joy</i>
To quarry on thy Arai
<i>ioy.</i>