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Everyone loves Bingus. Nobody doesn’t love Bingus. Those who pretend to hate Bingus are secretly afraid of how much they love Bingus. Bingus will never stopped being loved by us all. None of us will ever choose to stop loving Bingus because we all love Bingus. We are born loving Bingus and die loving Bingus. We love Bingus before we even know Bingus. We actually fear death because we fear Bingus might not be there. We haven’t realized yet that Bingus is everywhere. Every particle of reality loves Bingus. So in whatever form we take, we continue loving Bingus; and Bingus will be loved. Love for Bingus is all that’s left, It’s all we’ve ever truly had, And it’s all we’ve ever needed. Bingus, the one and only truth of life.
Twas FORTRAN as the doloop goes
Did logzerneg the ifthen block
All kludgy were the function flows
And subroutines adhoc.
Beware the runtime-bug my friend
squrooneg, the false goto
Beware the infiniteloop
And shun the inprectoo.
-- "OUTCONERR," to the scheme of "Jabberwocky"
The Preacher, the Politician, the Teacher,
Were each of them once a kiddie.
A child, indeed, is a wonderful creature.
Do I want one? God Forbiddie!
-- Ogden Nash
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