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There once was a cat
who wrote what he thought
sometimes it was loose prose;
at times it was taut.
And oft in a catfight
he found himself be;
that in the end exhausted
all cats in the alley.
As I lick my wounds
I feel myself silly;
to engage in a gang fight of one or two- really..
s02.15.09
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"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do."
- Ralph 'Where's Waldo' Emerson
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like. And I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
- Bilbo Baggins
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Twenty Four
