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There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
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Thud! That was the sound of my head hitting the computer's keyboard. This poem should come with a warning: Do not try to solve if you have a bad case of bronchitis which lowers IQ numbers by 50%.... I shall return when I have a brain.
Of the four riddles only the last remains at all timeless and explicable by anyone not contemporary with the time and place in which this was written. Which makes it, all-in-all, a bit of obscure arcanum. Rather I would be pleased to repeat, why is a raven like a writing desk, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson?
Indices and surds! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Just read this bad boy out loud and enjoy the ride.