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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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High up in the Andes, the Incan Gods resided
They kept their people safe and guidance provided.
Against the lower world, as Gods they saved the day
With feats of savagery beyond weak mortal clay!
With these fierce protectors, Andeans were farmer souls,
Cultivating fields rich with all the soil grows!
Like llamas they clove close to their mountainside.
Alpacas packed the goods they traded far and wide!
Legend was their Gods came to this finite plane
Passing thru an eyelet from a spirit land of flame.
From volcanoes they erupted, found these mountains good,
And filled them with their own blessed people-hood.
The urban planners looked upon their city in dismay!
The blight of urban sprawl was getting worse each day!
The transit system was a mess, more preferred to drive,
But traffic was so snarled, who knew when they'd arrive?
Potholes were in bloom again, they made for bouncy rides.
Complaints were loud and verbal on lack of civic pride!
And lest it be forgotten, animal control was lacking.
Ferrel felines filled alleys, canine curs were packing!
Your second poem was a huge help with this morning's Jumble, Owen--many hanks, even with its sad urban theme. I'm not sure why I had some trouble getting the first and fourth clue answers--they seem perfectly easy once you see what they are. And the solution was a bit tough too. But hey, it's a Sunday--no reason for things to be easy. Fun to see the young woman on her cell phone in the cartoon. Thanks again, for your great help this morning, Owen.
The j4 clues were pretty easy except for the third, which gave me a little problem -- too many e's, I guess. The solution is a combination of lol and 'groan'. I really like the poem's narrative; and I bet I know what gave you the idea. Of course.
The j6 clues 3 and 4 gave me some trouble too, but eventually yielded. The solution is a funny idea, but just doesn't make much logical sense to me; nobody would actually say it that way, I think. But oh well. Your poem is short, pithy, and all too real.
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