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iamnot

Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

gail

Excellent, iamnot. Consider yourself bedecked in laurels.

iamnot

I knew I'd read that passage somewhere. Google and I, we's real smart when we get together.

I once knew a girl named Laurel.
Ah...If only she were around to bedeck me again....

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