Oscar Wilde visited the USA. It was the USA, too. The USA Oscar visited was no longer a colony of Great Britain.
When Oscar arrived in the USA, he didn’t go directly to Broadway.
The question of this blog, a full court press, a full Broadway stage, in late stage, or court-ordered orderly redress, is to hear Oscar, mild, sample and snip, quipp, aphorize, without four eyes, on spam’s solemn door,
Oscar searched for the West in the Wilde West, and not on Broadway, as he had been purchased so to do, or in tin pan alley, or vaudeville, or a peep people hole,
Oscar gave readings around a Western campfire, rough riding. Raunchy riding.
Oscar in a cowboy hat was mighty.
Cowboys were in stock on tin pan alley and vaudeville, not, though in Broadway theaters, which were Eastern, though not Asian, though NYC has a China Town every bit as vibrant as San Fran’s,
San Fran loves it some Oscar.
He had razzle dazzle, and was snazzy, aching in his heart of beegoogpeemsosh, could ride a white horse, and heck, a speckled one….
Spam of Human Affection 
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