Image from the Internet, caption by Owen.
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.
4 comments:
It is 3pm. I have just awoken from sleeping ~17 hours straight (with multiple bathroom breaks, during one of which around 4am I managed to post todays Jumble, which takes less than 10 minutes). I end my Rip Van Winkle and find nothing?
Where is Sandyanon? Haven't heard from her daily postings since June 7, and no contact info on her profile. I've exchanged e-mail before, but still don't have access to my own e-mails.
Hello, Owen!
I'm on a tight schedule today, so don't plan to stay. But I wanted to check to see that you are OK. GLAD to see your postings, signs that you're alive and kickin'!
Don't know where the others are. I'll come back if I get a break.
~ OMK
I'm back!
And despite the lack of attendance today, I will drop one of my clumsiest hints (merely a near rhyme) to the solution, in that, always preferring a tall seat I am known as one who will commonly spurn a tuffet.
Owen, I wish I could answer your question regarding Sandy, but I haven't any clue. Sorry!
~ OMK
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