A nightingale's song stirred in the poet memories of his agile youth, so he leapt over the brook, then leapt back, and leapt over a third time, landing queasy. His stomach soon settled in an oblong box.


Made from the four "Jumble" words from one recent day: brook, agile, oblong, and queasy.
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