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-- Eric Sevareid
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Tonight's the night: Sleep in a eucalyptus tree.
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A clever prophet makes sure of the event first.
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<grin> seen jhm
<dpkg> jhm is Sarek, and jhm is on the channel right now!
* JHM wonders why dpkg remembers that particular nick.
<grin> dpkg: Sarek? ermm, sure, and I am Khan
-- Seen on #Debian
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What an artist dies with me!
-- Nero
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The older a man gets, the farther he had to walk to school as a boy.
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The sounds of the nouns are mostly unbound.
In town a noun might wear a gown,
or further down, might dress a clown.
A noun that's sound would never clown,
but unsound nouns jump up and down.
The sound of a noun could distrub the plowing,
and then, my dear, you'd be put in the pound.
But please don't let that get you down,
the renown of your gown is the talk of the town.
-- A. Nonnie Mouse
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