The suspect had an ironclad alibi for his whereabouts on the night of the crime.

[…] it was the melody / The harp makes when the wind mysteriously / Sweeps harshly o'er its strings; it was the heart's / Uprendering of its treasures, when its depths / Were tempest-stirr'd and ravaged.

It should be kept in mind that for horticultural crops, oxygen supply to the root mainly occurs through open, aereous pores in a substrate, which may be logged at water contents above approximately 75%.

Clearly, there is a definite overlap between language gaming, thus defined, and, for example, musicality: as I have pointed out earlier, none of the dimensions of this poem— imagery, music, logopoeia—are truly orthogonal to the others.