This week's poetic cipher: IHTGW
UHZGXWK WUCL AUHGKGGC XCZ JCUSC
And our hint of the week: I have heard of a
something-or-other, growing in its nook, swelling and rising, pushing up its
covering. Upon that boneless thing a cocky-minded young woman took a grip with
her hands; with her apron a lord’s daughter covered the tumescent thing. ZUTLE
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