METACROSTIC #1
Clues

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A.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 79    97    174   170   24    140
On every set he was to be found
When something seemed far fetched.
If work took him underground
He went, and never kvetched.


B.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	  5    91    72    177   67    43    183   106   169
A toenail should be one of these,
A natural extension.
But in reverse it's a disease
And cause for apprehension.


C.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 118   31    165   212   182   34    173
Of all my parts, when I was young
Most important was the glossal.
There's little chance I'll lose my tongue
But now I'm dental flossal.


D.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____     _____ _____ _____
	 71    28    146   154   99    53    203       94    30    199
The male sheep has a mate that's true;
She's always by his side.
He often finds her beautiful, too,
As he hops on for a ride.


E.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 22    186   202   52    33
She skirts the issue, hems and haws,
Concealing now her inner truth.
This once would show and men would pause.
But she looked better in her youth.


F.	_____ _____ _____ _____
	 111   158   152   84
This clue's self-referential;
That is, a clue is what you're seeing.
There's little differential
Between its essence and its being.


G.	_____ _____ _____     _____ _____  -  _____ _____
	 133   19    49        180   90        63    68
Your sense of self goes up and down,
From "oh my god" to "ho ho".
And while you're spinning round and round
You're always on the go-go.


H.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 194   75    13    128   105   150
For one it was his stock in trade:
Jung, Descartes or Aquinas.
His male side gets a failing grade;
His other, an 
             _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____.
              194   128   13    75    105   150



I.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	  4    95    172   113   153   45
It's not the body that's diseased;
'Tis the ardent soul encumbered.
Or perhaps the spirit is displeased
That the body's days are numbered.


J.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 74    142   96    181   39    80    103   116   201
A policeman's body's not unlike
Two crystals, one in t'other.
But be he Porky, Butch or Spike
You know he loves his mother.


K.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ 
	 114   47    208   189   81    164   35
I'd like to be healthier and rosier
I'd prefer to be stronger and studdier.
But I act like I work for a clothier;
I could not be fuddy-duddier.


L.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____     ____ ______ _____ _____
	 23    70    155   139   193    8    59        200   141   32    157
Steeped in it, replete, imbued,
Partaking of the essence.
Most of these clues are slightly skewed.
Forgive me for my nescience.


M.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 86    102   92    123   166   26     6    78
"409," "Beep Beep" &c,
The Beachboys sang a bunch.
But frankly, between you and me
I prefer the pick of "Punch."


N.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 66    167   156   76    36    48    130   143   89
The libertarian nemesis
Is power, whence you place it.
The countervailing premise is
To sieze it and embrace it.


O.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 131   204   112   12    56    73
This one is a city.
It's in Winnebago, Wis.
Just so you don't think me shitty,
It sounds like Simone (Ms.)


P.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 187   126    3    61    20    124   196   144   14    207
If you loved Pierot le Fou
Then this one's rather near.
If you don't like Godard, so sue.
But don't get out of gear.


Q.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____     _____ _____ _____
	 16    120   195   108   148   168       54    77    11
The Chinese have a way
To oxidize before they fire it.
About its taste there's much to say
And most folks do admire it.


R.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ 
	 46    191   115   50    209   110   18
His clothes are old, they're a disgrace;
They seem so spent and used.
He stayed too long and fell from grace,
His welcome, too, abused.


S.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ 
	  7    210   37    190   171   134   145
When Bismark went to see his clippers,
The captains had the pox.
He cut their hair with special snippers
And so preserved their locks.


T.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____     _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 104   162   151   51    213   55     1        10    125   41    176   119
For him who shoots his wad the best,
This prize is set aside.
If you are faster than the rest
You may have your brother's bride.


U.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ 
	 136   188   122   69    147   214   25
If for inaneness we were paid
An annual gratuity,
By now I surely would have made
A fortune on my annuity.


V.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 100   60    65    197    2    98    27    175
I often tell it clear and straight,
Verging on uncouthful.
From innocence I left the gate
When I was fair and youthful.


W.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ 
	 93    85    121   185   138   117
A South American motmot
Who never wears a tutu.
He hopes that he is not shot,
And he hopes the same for you too.


X.	_____ _____ _____ 
	 179   107   101
I try to look behind me
But no matter what I do,
I just can't seem to find me
With one instrument or two.


Y.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 58    149   17    44    137
To make a god we still allow,
But you must be quite selective
Whom you choose to thus endow
With power over the collective.


Z.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____  -  _____ _____ _____ _____  to  _____
	 42    160   83    205   88     9        211   184   192   127        21
A possible score at football;
Unlikelier at soccer.
It's here that I have put all
The extra letters in my locker.


AA.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 129   109   163   64    15    206   57    135   87    159
Generated spontaneously;
Self-healing from the void.
These clues come extemporaneously.
I hope you're not annoyed.


BB.	_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
	 132   178   82    62    198   38    40    29    161
From these we come, to these we go,
When ended are our wits.
When the way's gone to and fro,
We're all just piles of shits.


© 1996 Arthur Bloch